Dancing

I don't dance. I don't know how to dance. I am aware that my quality of life would be up by many, many numbers if I knew how to dance. I always fantasize about how great everything would be once I learn how to dance. In my mind, every single problem I have can be solved with a few salsa steps and a song. I could dance my way out of an awkward conversation or tango with a stranger at the mall who'll later become my husband. Life in general would be amazing if I knew how to dance. However, there's always something that stops me from going out there, choosing a partner and having a good time:

I'm an idiot.