this morning #804.

this morning, it was true. i’d missed half the classes & biffed half the steps. yes. i was scared of failure. still, i was positively prepared to do WHATEVER i had to do to pass this dance class. i’d staked my marriage on it, so i wasn’t above resorting to bribery or light sexual favors if it got me the damn certificate. in hindsight, i shouldn’t have been so specific when i made the pledge to my husband. we were warring about how i was so wrapped up in my own shit that i didn’t heed HIS interests one bit. dancing was high on that list. i could’ve just said i’d take classes & called it a day but i kept trying to one up him. eventually, i waltzed right into it. by the end of summer, i’d be a “CERTIFIED DANCER. LITERALLY.”