Sophomoric Philosophizing

I have been known to say that I would never take a philosophy class because I am not smart enough. The irony of my believing that--yet typing out my thoughts for you--hit me today. I have this thing about worrying what people think of me face to face, but I'll put some of the most inner workings of my mind here in type for all the world to read, judge, laugh, muse, critique.


Though I did not reach more than half of my goals this year--I am undaunted from setting more. I began one of them today. I watched a DVD and stumbled around in my living room floor this morning learning the basic steps of ballroom and Latin dances. I lack the courage to take dance lessons in public without at least rudimentary knowledge of the basic forms. My prom date in high school spent most of that evening patiently teaching me the ever so simple two-step and pretending that it didn't hurt when I repeatedly stepped on his feet, so you can imagine what a challenge my learning ballroom dancing will be. It is only right that I give my future partner the tiniest advantage to my having at least attempted the rudimentary steps on my own with nothing but a cat to step on.