The world’s recession, (which everyone is afraid to call a recession,) has hit Canada, but for now, it’s sort of like the big bad wolf, we whisper about, but no one’s quite seen yet. The malls are filled with shoppers, and people are still buying ridiculous things like H2O mops, which other people tell them are a total waste of money, yet they feel compelled to have. (It was on sale.)
There are some indications that the big bad wolf is coming. My new job in recruitment has all but slowed down to snooze pace. Being the kind of foxy girl who always looks on the bright side of things, I’ve discovered that the slow down has allowed me more time to explore other avenues of life, namely salsa dancing on Monday nights.
You know your hard core, when you go salsa dancing on a Monday.
Last week, I returned to the world of salsa. Somewhat scary is how all the characters that were the hot and heavy dancers five years ago, are still around, hot and heavy, only older, and their pick up lines have gotten a little cornier. Latin people are all about the luvvvve. When they meet you, they hug, they kiss, and they smile, such a happy people!
It was a lot of fun, and felt ever so sinful, getting all hot and sweaty on a Monday night, knowing how irresponsible I was being. Funny part is the next morning instead of being tired, I was rejuvenated and full of energy. And since I had spent four hours sweating my behind off, I had a Chocolate Danish as a treat. La Vita A Bella!
The whole week since, I’ve been like Richard Gere, in Shall we Dance, testing out my moves in the kitchen when no one’s looking, taking a few spins across the hall to the washroom, practicing my shines under my desk.
So my dearest recession, thank you, for a little break to enjoy life again!