On Sunday I was talking to D. (yay, $.02 to Argentina on Skype!) about having too much to do. We both have too much to do, both of us being outwardly easygoing but inwardly Type A. Right after I said "I don't have time to practice," tears just started streaming down my face. Reality check. I need more Valerie time, or just more time to sleep and feed myself. I enjoy everything to do, but I need to remember to manage my health on top of everything else.
So, no more tango teaching for me. When I had to prioritize, that fell off the list. Maybe in the future, but right now I'm spending too much time thinking about tango technique when I want to be thinking about violin--or simply not thinking about anything at all, for once. I told M. tonight.
Sad, but a good idea.