just "dance"

This is Rachel reporting once again to everybody on a boring, white, sunny, lazy morning. My depressing January was avoided this year, I am ever so proud to state. I had my moments in the past month, but I feel an oh-so-huge improvement. I started a new hobby, keep up with my old ones, and always have at least one positive thought in my mind. I'm almost through with January and I'm able to say I made it!

This Elite thing is fun, but I've never been a good dancer. My whole life I've tried with baby steps, but if there's a big dance coming up, and someone breaks a leg a day before they perform, you could do better than choose me for a replacement.

Same goes for sports, but I gave up trying on that years ago when I found out that balls would probably never stop repeatedly socking me in the head. In PE, we're doing this hip-hop dance, and If you're looking for me, I'm the one in the back moving like a wet noodle with my moves 5 seconds late.

See, that's just me . . . I've always been so desperately trying to dance because I love to act and sing, and those things I love just have to be so closely tied with dancing.

Elite requires all that dancing experience and know-how that I just don't have despite all the years of my life I've spent trying. At the very least, I have a good solo . . . the 2nd verse of If We Were a Movie.

I can think of at least one person who is good at nearly EVERYTHING. You know, even a little sports, typing, dancing, singing, acting, and piano. I just don't get it. People aren't supposed to be good at everything.