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Box Step

I walked in as if I knew I could  do it I walked in paid my money put on my new shoes and allowed a stranger to put his arms around me I walked in as if I believed I could do it

Anyone can learn if they try hard enough, right? Anyone can learn if they practice hard enough, right?

I walked in as if being 53 years old didn’t matter as if middle-age hadn’t stolen some of my stamina and much of my flexibility

I walked into that school of dance and onto the dance floor as if fox trot and waltz and rumba and cha-cha were new books I planned to read rather than dances I had never done

I walked in as if it didn’t matter that I had always felt awkward and clumsy just walking across a room and utterly hopeless when I tried to dance

I walked in paid my money put on my new shoes as if new things were easy for me as if I weren’t scared to death that I would look like an old fool

And I kept coming back scheduling more lessons even when I knew it was all a dream even when the blisters outgrew the extra-large band-aids and the small bottle of advil was gone in a couple of days I kept coming back scheduling more lessons even when I began buying chiropractic appointments in bulk even when my reading glasses got in the way of applying my false eyelashes even when it was so apparent that this sort of thing wasn’t for me

I kept coming back and trying again

At different times I sprained my foot and broke my wrist but I never missed a lesson I just kept coming back again and again trying not to cry and trying over and over not to quit

But sometimes the complaining is so loud in my head and the tears are so hot in my eyes that I have to quit give up go home

Until the next day when I walk back in as if the quitting not the dancing were the dream

Lynn Moreland  1/5/03

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