...and nice control, great penché, make sure
to straighten that base leg and point your foot. good job..."
i've been hobbling around my house, choreographing, pretending to attempt shoulder stands and waving my arms around as though i'm executing death-defying turn sequences. i rely on my dancing homunculus to determine whether certain movements are feasable. sadly, i don't even try anymore and it makes me a little sad. i miss dancing. i have dreams of doing five, six, and seven effortless pirouettes. i'm not joking. the spirit is willing, but the flesh is... scared.
recently, i discovered a quote from baseball hall of famer, satchel paige:
are you an adult impostor or have you always been beyond your years?