instinct

Turning 50, I just felt like doing something new. Suddenly some unspeakable feeling uneased me. At that time everything seemed to be going well, though. Then I decided to start up learning "dance", which was what I had never expected myself to do before that. What might be challenging.

I've been still carrying on dancing since then.

Now I BELIEVE that my instinctive feeling has led me to the right direction.
 Of course, I still have two left feet, though. I feel happy all the more that I am a terrible dancer.  Unless giving up, probably I can be a better one than before day by day. To me this kind of stressful thing is better than things like being immersed in memories looking back on the glory days.