This is how it is

Good morning, I was making myself pancakes to celebrate my sore legs and I couldn't help but pause and rush to write this down.

I am 29 years old, and it really probably is not the best age to begin your dance career, but it's better now than never.
And yesterday was my first class ever, and I had to admit it was fun and tough and awkward. I love moving my body and being conscious of the energy and the grace and the subtle motions, but when you're in a small room with 25 other girls and a gigantic mirror, it is so tricky to keep yourself , well, coordinated.
There are 5 other girls with no formal dance experience like myself and watching them dance after I have just flailed about makes me want to share that with them in some Ann Lamott kind of fashion, a hug, a laugh, a high five, for being here, for being awkward together on the floor, for doing really well on that one step step twist. We just smile with tight lips and shake our heads.

We learned some basic steps and then the beginnings of a routine and by the end of the class she had us twisting and kicking and leaning and rolling around on the floor and many times I felt so awkward and tangled in my own limbs that I just sat on the floor and laughed at myself.

But I reminded myself that it was day one, and yes I'm not as flexible or as strong or as coordinated. And yes, my face does get bright red after a 1/2 hour, but this is just day one.