In my last assignment, I received feedback that it seems that I suffered from analysis paralysis. What a dreadful condition! I keep imagining myself as a cartoon character with a look of shock on my face, my hair fried like I just stuck my finger in an electric socket, and paperwork all around me. Despite liking to get my hands dirty, I had prided myself on being able to cut through the bs and getting to the heart of a matter. Yet, hearing this feedback, I found myself to be so EMBARRASSED!! As I wrote in a prior blog, I'm so grateful to have been shaken out of that dreadful condition by having a change of location. And I look forward to reviewing the travel recommendations to GF tomorrow to prove to myself that this is not a fatal condition.
Last night, in an effort to continue to broaden my horizons and find a passion, I attended a free show at the National Theater. It was entitled "A COTILLION IN HONOR OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN" and was performed in the staircase landing of the theater. The performance was a demonstration of some of the ballroom dances of the Victorian Age. Can you imagine that the polka and the WALTZ were considered scandalous in that time? No wonder women used to visit their doctors to be treated for hysteria. They were going nuts from being so incredibly stuffy! The entire show put a smile on my face just because of the innocence and civility of the dance. It made me chuckle to think about how outraged they would have been to see the dance party at my house a few weeks ago.
to da window, to wall
to the sweat drop down and fall
all these females crawl
ah, skeet skeet skeet :)
Last night, in an effort to continue to broaden my horizons and find a passion, I attended a free show at the National Theater. It was entitled "A COTILLION IN HONOR OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN" and was performed in the staircase landing of the theater. The performance was a demonstration of some of the ballroom dances of the Victorian Age. Can you imagine that the polka and the WALTZ were considered scandalous in that time? No wonder women used to visit their doctors to be treated for hysteria. They were going nuts from being so incredibly stuffy! The entire show put a smile on my face just because of the innocence and civility of the dance. It made me chuckle to think about how outraged they would have been to see the dance party at my house a few weeks ago.
to da window, to wall
to the sweat drop down and fall
all these females crawl
ah, skeet skeet skeet :)
Did I authorize this picture?!! LOL. I think I needed a doctor that night...my knees were in pain..skeet skeet skeet. :P
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