Today is the day. It's my first dance recital and once again, I'm wondering, "What am I doing?!" It's not that I am uncomfortable with competition. It's that I'm squeamish about prancing around in front of an audience, pretending that I'm graceful. Oh, and I've got to wear a leotard and tights with a flowy red skirt.
This morning I was thinking it wouldn't be so bad if I twisted my ankle hauling laundry down to the cellar. At least then I'd have a legitimate excuse for bowing out rather than simple cowardice.
Here's the music we're jiving to:
Toby Mac featuring Leigh Nash Christmas This Year
Cademon's Call It Came Upon A Midnight Clear