When my parents were dating, my mom thought it was cute that my dad tripped over nothing whenever they walked together holding hands. She thought he was nervous and giddy, and consequently, couldn’t walk straight. While it may have been a little of that, the real truth is that my dad’s balance is off. He regularly trips on completely smooth surfaces.
I inherited this disability, which has provided me with some really entertaining stories (AFTER the fact, of course).
An unfortunate part of this disability is a lack of dancing skills. I’ve never been able to dance, but have always wanted to. Coincidentally, trying to dance also provides me with some really entertaining stories.
Since I’m eternally paired with one of the most entertaining dancers out there (it’s true- he can do the worm and that’s always a crowd-pleaser), I’ve had to step up my abilities a little bit.
I’ve gotten to the point where, when my husband leads, I am now only 2 or 3 steps behind, rather than 4 or 5. Not bad for almost 5 years of marriage.
But one thing I have never ever been able to do is shimmy. Every time I try, my bum waggles while my shoulders and chest stay paralyzingly still.
So that is why, after seeing Elf Yourself on Vanessa’s blog, I had to see what I could do. Look what a great shimmier I am! Seeing myself as such a stellar dancer gives me great hope.