Sheils Writes

I can’t help but think about the feeling I get, yet again, still, every Monday morning…I feel like my 8 year old self, as a ballerina dancer, awkward.  Confident as sh*t that all is going to go well & on schedule with my morning routine, but then the awkwardness sets in.

5:30 am alarm, ok, but now at 58 years old, the first few stretches aren’t quite those of an 8 year old ballerina.   Anyways, from here it can only get better, right?!  Wrong.  Time to pack the lunch bag, several uncomfortable dance moves have now occurred in my kitchen, my favorite is the plié over the cat who is determined to snarl up my routine.

Wait for it, the big finish, the shower.  Here we go.  Several twists & turns later, I have some semblance of hair & make up ready & time for my costume.  Let’s see, it’ll be something fancy thrown together from the pile barely put away from last Friday after work.

I take my final bow as I head to my car.  Another Monday morning awkward dance routine is in the books.  Today I scored about a 3 out of 10, but watch out, by the end of the week I’m a disco queen, stay tuned for those moves!