Let’s just cut to the chase: I’m clumsy.
I’ve tried dance classes, martial arts classes, yoga, vigilant self-awareness.
I’ve even tried physical reverse psychology (which now that I see it in type does sound a bit too “out there”), where I actually try to run into things in hopes my rebellious sense of coordination will take me away from danger in a graceful pirouette.
It doesn’t work, in case you wondered. Continue reading “Grace has passed me by”