Privileged

Sometimes I come here and moan about how tango is difficult, how I can't get my walk to look as good as I want it to be, how you should put the weight on the left foot instead of the right or how bad it is when I can't dance for a week because there is nothing on...
I have recently started a junior rotation in a physical rehabilitation ward. Most people there are well over their 70s, they're very fragile and most are bed bound. The other day, when talking to a patient, she was confessing how depressed she was because she knew that her knee problem wouldn't allow her to dance again... When she said this I felt bad. I felt that my complaints were so futile, so out of nothing, after all, what's a week without dancing because I went on vacations compared to this lady's problem?
I feel privileged I have two legs and I have access to tango once every often, though not as much as I would like... I feel privileged that despite financial constraints I can afford to have classes with fantastic teachers who broaden my tango dictionary to limits I never knew existed. I feel privileged that I had the opportunity to know you all via this blog and that I learnt so much from you!
So, if you're reading this carefully you know what's coming...
I'm stopping here my part on tangologue. It's not that I don't have anything to say or that I don't want to say it but I feel that it's time to stop and concentrate on my dance.
Thank you for all your comments and advices, they really made me think about what I wrote and what you wrote. Your comments are and were always the soul of this blog!

Happy dancing!