So, I really like dancing. Like, REALLY like it. But–My rhythm is akin to a baby giraffe learning to walk. In junior high, I was good at the Macarena, but that was about it. This year, I want to thrive and be a dancing queen and finally feel the beat at 33.
Now, I’m not saying I’m going to be part of a music video anytime soon, but Momma put together a little swish swish tonight.
I feel a bit accomplished. Maybe, in a few months, I’ll be able to speed it up and actually look like I can hang with my Gen Z kids. For now, though, I gotta keep counting those steps in mah head.