If you are a Shachah person or Shelly, you must scroll down and skip this part. If you don’t you forfeit your right to lecture me!

Okay for the rest of you, I had a thrilling time before church this morning when I both walked across the room and did a pirouette on POINTE! Suddenly it was not as bad as the few times I have tried. I tried my whole dance of course—leave it to me to think I’ll just skip all the ordinary exercises all the dancers do! I don’t really think that, of course, but it is still fun to try. I was amazed at how far I went without wanting to rip my toes off, so I guess I am more at a place to begin learning the old boring stuff the new way. I am not technically supposed to do this, of course. I was not even fitted for my Pointe shoes, but I was determined. Story of my life.

Meanwhile I have garnered a name for myself at church. I am sorry to say that everyone now knows me because I fell in a ditch in my car. Apparently I was the Saturday morning talk at the ladies meeting. It is funny and I certainly enjoy the attention, but I also recognize the irony. As I told Martha, this is my legacy. What a name.

Sunday afternoon at home. I will dance and play tambourine and write and talk. My official tambourine assessment is in 13 days so now I must really get down those parts that plague me. Fact is, as soon as I get determined, I get it. That is the nature God has placed in me. And now it matters.