I think I forgot how to dance.

I’m not saying that in an “I need to go dancing” kind of way.

But I used to dance more often. What’s funny about not doing something for a long time is you don’t notice it until you start doing it again.

I used to dance at every event.

If I’m being more honest, I don’t think I ever knew how to dance. My go-to move is just moving my shoulders from side to side, and it looks pretty goofy.

Now that I think about it, I probably couldn’t dance very well to begin with.

Yet, I would still dance at every chance that I had. I would dance and invite others who were shy to dance with me.

I was the reason the person who was too embarrassed to dance at every event would dance. I’m not stupid; I know what that means. It means that this person said, I can’t dance, but this guy definitely can’t dance, so I can’t look much worse than that guy.

I almost forgot how to dance.

My 20-year-old self would be so bummed with me. My 25-year-old self would be disappointed, too; he paid for those classes for no reason.

I must’ve been the only person who ever got his dance instructor inpatient. But at least I was having fun.

I realized I almost forgot how to dance because I started dancing again.

I figured out I almost forgot because the first thing I said when I caught myself dancing was, “I haven’t danced in a long time.”

I danced for the first time in a long time, and I hope it’s the last time I ever stop. I still got it.