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 didn't realize that I was approaching the 100 day stretch.  People ask me all the time, "What day of the blog are you on?" and I honestly 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.

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I called Melody.  She has been asking me to go country dancing for a few YEARS!  I've always 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> idea submission form</strong> that I am open to anything except skydiving and swimming with sharks, it was my duty to honor her request.  After all, she is a loyal reader who doesn't also happen to be my mother, father or sister.  :-D

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I originally accepted her invitation in January, and then promptly cancelled.  I wasn't "in the mood" at that time.  We all learned during my <strong>swing dance lesson</strong> that I don't relish the thought of being touched by sweaty, stinky strangers.

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I recommitted to joining Melody on Day 265 because I knew that the symbolism behind this day would get me to the dance hall on time.

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And after all that, guess what?  I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE!!!

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Memories of the (1) time that I went two stepping back in Houston in my 20s.  Growing up in Houston, you are naturally exposed to a lot of country music.  My parents had mainly listened to rock, but when Urban Cowboy came out, they went through a very intense "phase".  Which started immediately before a road trip from Houston to my grandparents in southwest Florida.  Which meant Urban Cowboy soundtrack, Oak Ridge Boys, and Waylon and Willie nonstop on the 8-track.  Jennie and I would sing along with W &amp; W on "Take back the weed, take back the cocaine, baby.  Take back the pills, take back the whiskey, too!" at the top of our lungs.

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