Wow.  Guess what I realized last week?  There are 100 days remaining in The Year of Living Curiously!

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This discovery was triggered by a phone call from Dad.  He asked me if I had anything planned to celebrate the last 100 days.

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Well...no.  I din't realize that I was even there.  People ask me all the time, "What day of the blog are you on?" and I don't know.  It's an intense project, and it really requires me to be "in the moment", so I kind of lose track of <del>minor</del> major details such as what "day" I am on.  :-o

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Dad then went on to tell me that in military academies (Dad attended King's Point), the last 100 days of school are celebrated with a big dance.  Dad suggested that I go out dancing in celebration of the home stretch.

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Melody has been asking me to go country dancing for a few YEARS!  I politely declined -- not really my <em>thang</em>, Melody -- and then when I started the 365 days of living curiously, you know what happened.  I see Melody every two weeks for massage, and every two weeks she would buzz about how I just HAD to go country dancing with her "for the blog".

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And since I have publicly stated in my <strong>readers idea submission form</strong> that I am open to anything except skydiving and swimming with sharks, it was my duty to honor her request since she is a loyal reader who doesn't also happen to be my mother, father or sister.  :-D

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I accepted her invitation in January.  And then promptly cancelled.  I wasn't "in the mood" at that time.  We all learned during my Swing Dance lesson that I don't relish the thought of bei

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