I wonder if it even makes sense. I can't help asking myself if it's gonna do any good. Even after over 20 hours of salsa classes, I still feel as graceful as a hippo with two left feet. While others glide on the dance floor, I am still stomping around heavily and tripping over myself. I can see the frustration in my teacher's eyes. And I still don't know how to dance with a partner.
Yesterday, at home, I wondered aloud if all the hassle was worth it. My mom asked if I like dancing salsa. I said I do.
-"Does it make you happy?"
-"Yes it does."
She said, 'Then that's all that matters."
And you know what? She's right.
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