Dancing must have some impact on the rest of my life: This week, the week after Blues Rising, there has been an unquestionable change in the way I order sandwiches.

The old way

Sandwich technician: What kind of bread, sir?

Myself: Um... wheat.

Sandwich technician: Do you want onions?

Myself: Ah... yes, and some green peppers.

Post–Blues-Rising

Sandwich technician: What kind of bread, sir?

Myself: Wheat, please.

Sandwich technician: Do you want onions?

Myself: Yes. And green peppers also.

—Not much of a difference; but if there isn't more confidence, there is at least more candor, less hesitation and more presence. Way to go!