I wish I was kidding about this, but I’ve been thinking about dancing. I’m not a very keen dancer. I feel like such a tool when I dance. All waving arms and shuffling feet. I’m awkward and usually had a few drinks. It’s just a not very fun process. I’m all in my head. I’m embarrassed and kind of shuffly. But that’s the point isn’t it…

It would be more fun if I didn’t care. If I just went for it and shook what my mother gave me? I imagine it would be pretty darn funny. I’m strangely drawn to the running man and that one with the bum shake and arm out in front… What’s that called? So yeah, it’s going to be a sight to behold, I’m sure. I might even throw in a little aeroplane action with my arms.

Too bad we don’t have any family functions coming up where I could test my moves with people who love and support me in all I do. Who would laugh WITH me over my lame dance moves. I think I need to build up to taking this out in public. I don’t think they’re ready for this jelly… HA. I’m joooooking. But really, I don’t think they are. Ready, that is.

But I’ll try anyway.

Because if you can’t dance as though no one is watching, what’s the point?