Zumba dance/exercising taught me one thing...

I'm even more white than I previously thought. I had hopes that my Native American ancestry would help me out in the rhythm department some, but alas all I got from my great-grandparents was my sparse amount of body hair. (which I'm grateful for!) So apparently, I have no rhythm. None. By the time I would get the footwork part down, I had completely stopped moving my arms...which goes to show why Irish dancing is what it is...white people moving their legs but not their arms. There is some kind of disconnect between my legs and my arms. I can only coordinate one or the other. I'm shocked that I can drive, walk while carrying something, jump rope...not that I do any of those things well... I wish I had grace but I will forever be clumsy, uncoordinated, and rhythmically challenged. But if I can make you laugh while I'm stumbling through this life of mine, then all the bruises, both to my body and pride, makes it worthwhile.