March 9, 2004

• Movement

  
  

  It’s official. I just signed up for a dance class.

  
  

  All those years I spent putting on my groove when nobody was looking, that secret longing to be an uber ballerina, circling the want ads in the paper for nightclub go-go girl jobs, buying tickets to see Alvin Ailey, the jealous twinges when I walk near the Boston Ballet, all that leaping and bounding around my livingroom until I nearly keel over with adrenalin and joy, it’s gonna be real. Granted, it’s just a night class at some high school, but for the first time I’m about to acknowledge all those times I was ever told that I sure can shake it, or that I have a dancer’s build, or that I have the capability to be graceful. Haha, me? Graceful? Nah. Because I have knobby knees, and no experience, and I am, simply stated, doomed to be a big klutz. And now I’m really nervous.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  But I’m gonna do it anyway.

  • 5:41 pm
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