Dancing

So, this particular word brings to mind another word

for me.  Awkward.   For some strange reason I was not 

blessed with natural rhythm.  I can sing you some 

beautiful stuff all day but if asked to dance to it, 

forget it.  I always felt like I could booty dance.  You 

know, 9th grade L.L. Cool J and your friends, I could 

dance then right?  hmm.  Well, if I could then I lost it 

somewhere down the line.  Along with actually wanting 

to get out there and do it.  I don't dance cause I don't 

want to.  At least that's what I tell myself.  Why miss 

out on the interaction?  So, I am sitting aside my 

embarrassment about looking weird in hopes of 

actually enjoying the act of dancing.  It sure wouldn't 

help to be able to dance to my own songs either.  

The first step:  Find A lovely instructer who is really

patient.  I didn't tape the whole hour session but I 

did get a overview of each move and what it looks like 

when executed.......

properly that is.