Another new thing I tried this month was Zumba. I needed exercise, and Zoomba seemed like something cheery. Usually I exercise and I feel worse after. Angrier, more anxious. I know, that's the opposite of what's supposed to happen.
The first time at Zumba was hard, but for the most part I was able to move in the same general direction as the rest of the class. I thought, "It's okay, I'll be better next time." And then there was the next time and no, no, I was not better, I was considerably worse. Miss Abby from Dance Moms would sneer at me.
I cut my losses. Now instead of the Zumba class, I shall make my own version of Zumba in which I do the grapevine step and that's it. I'll grapevine three steps left, then three right, on and on until the dance playlist is over.
On the upside, while I am not coordinated enough to Zumba, it would seem I'm coordinated enough to make jewelry, put it on Etsy, and sell it. I've had two site visits in the two days the shop's been open and one of them resulted in a sale. I was prepared to wait for months. I'm just gobsmacked something sold. Gob. Smacked.