Today I am like a ballerina, spinning around on my feet to move about the house. While I’m fairly confident ballerinas do not have to sit to slowly go down the stairs, the rest of me is exactly like a ballerina. I pirouette for each turn. Get a coffee mug, spin. Get the milk, spin. Who needs, really, to pick up their feet to rotate? I mean there is another part of me that is like, “Should I pick up my computer on my way to set down my coffee, or can I set it down and walk over to get my computer…” decisions, decisions. Ballerinas have it so tough. As long as I keep spinning, I look graceful. It’s the actual forward motion that loses the gusto.
Just some thoughts on walking (or not) through this world.