When it comes to “progress,” why is it always two steps forward, one step back? When they say “life is a dance,” I didn’t know it would be so tedious.
(And my inner dance partner has two left feet. How many times do I have to tell her to just feel the goddam rhythm before she stops stepping on my toes?)
The important thing is to keep on dancing, even on days when you no longer hear the music. Mooms