Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Standing in front of the wall of mirrors at the gym last night doing Zumba, I realized that I have no rhythm. This doesn't really upset me, I've known it for years so it was no shock. The shock was how long it had been since I had done something to remind me that I have no rhythm. Sitting on the couch watching TV doesn't require rhythm. Standing in the kitchen eating an entire package of Oreo's while standing over the sink so you don't drip milk doesn't require rhythm.
Back in 2003-2004 I took Middle Eastern dance classes. Loved it, even though I was no good at it. I enjoyed learning a dance routine and practicing it. Then I quit. Quit moving, quit doing the things I enjoyed. (I was doing yoga around that same time and quit that too.)
So, even though I can't dance, I am rejoicing in the fact that I am doing an activity that allows me to see that I can't dance. At least I'm moving!