I am not known for my grace or coordination. In fact, in some circles, I am infamous for the opposite. I used to mind it a lot; always back line in dance class, falling up the stairs, never hitting a basket with a ball, etc. But, as I have grown older/wiser, I have come to love my clumsy self (because really what else is there to do?)
So, I celebrate little victories over my body that rejects motor planning like it is its job. And I enjoy the awkward adventure when victory eludes me.
Today, I found my foot on the floor.
It wasn't pretty, as my friend would say watching me. Oh no, it was not pretty. But I did it. Five times on each side to be exact (not exactly exact, but pretty darn close) and if we are counting it that way I should really say I found both feet on the floor. That would be a double "atta girl"!
I found my foot with my hand on the opposite side of my body while looking at my other hand that was pointed to the sky and with slightly bended knees and no peaking. Wow, it even sounds complicated to write it!
Tonight I have a happy heart because I found my feet and I have friends who encourage me even when I can't find them.
"A little more to the left MacLuckie."
"No, your other left."
:)Luckie me.
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