enrolled in a community arts program.
One afternoon, I stopped outside a small dance studio and watched a class through the window.
The instructor opened the door.
“Are you looking to sign up for a class?”
“No,” I replied softly. “I just used to dance a long time ago.”
“Well, that’s an easy problem to fix,” she smiled, inviting me inside.
My first sessions were painful.
My muscles were stiff, my timing was poor, and every mirror reminded me of that university championship.
But I kept returning.
Week by week,
