When’s the last time you went ice-skating? Really? Because I went yesterday, and there is something I learned about myself: I am not a good ice-skater. I had fun, a lot of fun, actually. Winter-wonderland type fun with ADG. Neither one of us fell, either, and we made it around the rink passingly-well; but I’m… I’m just not greaceful on ice-skates.
This is one of those things that bothers me to no end, but no one else cares about or notices.
ADG, by the way, looks great on skates. You can take that any way you want, they’re all true.
To continue, I am not graceful on ice-skates. I’m clearly on that trying-to-look-confident-while-falling-continuously plane, and this bothers me completely as I like to think of myself as being able to project a little grace into everything I do (read that carefully, “I like to think of myself as…”. Whether I actually am that way is a whole other story). There is no fancy foot-work, no flourish, no thrilling hockey-stop complete with shaved ice, no quiet grace as a lazily turn around and skate backwards as if this was the way I was born to do it. No, instead there is very deliberate left-righting as if I’m counting as I go. “Left turn coming, two, three, four, and straight, straight, straight. Dodge the 4 year-old crying with her hat on her foot with a left and right and left…” It’s completely ridiculous.
You know what else is ridiculous? This: