I realized awhile back that I either need to turn Irish dancing into an all-consuming obsession taking up large chunks of my life, or stop pretending I'll ever be able to do most of the intermediate and advanced dances. I get to practice them, like, twice in a night (once in class, once on the floor), one night every four to six weeks. And that's for the relatively common dances. I just can't remember something that complicated with that amount of practice. There are a couple (probably reelathon and maybe high-cauled cap) that I could maybe practice every two weeks, provided I never missed a Monday night and my ability to find partners for them got better, but... I dunno. Seems like it would be a crazy amount of effort even to get any good at those two.
I'm at the point now where my footwork's pretty good. It's not going to win any awards, but whatever. I'm a pretty solid intermediate dancer other than the fact that I just don't know the dances very well.
Which goes back to the question I didn't have an answer to, ever. Why did I start doing this in the first place? But that's a different kettle of worms (to catch a can of fish), as it were. It's been good. I'm just not sure I want to do it most weeks.
Then again, maybe I'll decide I really want to go back to doing it every week later on. This hasn't been a good part of my life for hobbies -- I've given most of mine up, at least temporarily, which has given me better insight into what I miss when I have them.
Less than I figured. Having a very open schedule was useful to help me deal with some relationship problems that, as it turned out, weren't really the problem. Go me :-/