Another Revolution Around the Sun

56. That’s a pretty impressive number. I’m almost a month in. 55 was not the best of years for me. Not that it’s was a complete wash, but I am actually glad I’m another year older. I’m ready to move on. And I’ve been working on it. Moving on. Not sure how many times I’ve actually thought that. Maybe it’s an age thing.

Say Yes!

I am NOT a dancer. Not to say I don’t dance.  After a couple of drinks, I have the Mom dance down for occasions.  I can even throw a couple of moves in here or there. But I’m not comfortable. I feel like I’m being watched. And judged. So it was totally out of character for me to say yes to an opportunity to go learn a new dance. A visit to Myrtle Beach last weekend caught me off guard.