Isn’t it strange how tango has a way of making our troubles feel smaller? The small (or sometimes big) high from dancing makes us feel happy when, just moments ago, we might have been falling apart with anxiety.
Is tango simply an escape, like a drug that momentarily masks our pain? Is it just an elegant way of burying our heads in the sand? Should we feel guilty for taking time to tango when we have so much to worry about?
A period of tango intoxication won’t eliminate the reality of our problems, nor will it push us into a state of denial. But that “tango high” can make us feel so good it often diminishes the fear that accompanies our problems. And when we fear our problems less, they become more manageable.
Either that, or tango helps us realize they weren’t all that big to begin with.