The Daily Post Prompt Clumsy

It could have been worse. My mother could have said I was like a hog in a china shop. It wasn’t said maliciously. Just an observation based on a me being clumsy. But that only applied on land. In the water it was different. As early as I can remember I’ve loved the water. I remember swimming in the irrigation canal that ran along the road in front of our ranch. And in the icy cold waters of Lake Tahoe, where I spent a lot of summers with my aunt, who was only a bit older than me and like a sister. I learned to water ski, too. In the water I felt graceful. But on land. Yes, I was clumsy. As I look back on it, though, it wasn’t all my fault. Think about it. What if you were trying to walk around in one of those play houses meant for little kids? You’d knock things over too.

The odd thing is that I tend to like small cars, cabins, and boats. My first car was a VW bug. I liked small cars. Eventually I got used to just ducking down low and squeezing into small spaces. I lived in trailer for a couple of years that I couldn’t stand in. My sailboat is the same way. The cabin height is only five foot. I’m six foot five inches tall. The longest bunk is six foot, and both ends are bulkheads—so no room to hang my feet over.

Things got worse a couple months ago when I had an attack of vertigo. It’s been a long road recovering, too. Walking around was a real effort for the first month. Talk about feeling clumsy. I’d weave around trying just to walk across the living room into the kitchen.

Clumsy. Yeah. Been there. Done that. But so what. It didn’t stop me taking a modern dance class in college. I stuck my inhibitions in the trashcan—for a moment—and actually performed before an audience. If there were scouts from some theatre company in the audience, I wasn’t called. I did this crazy dance routine with a women that was in the class. Someone came up afterward and said she did very well. He was honest and pointed out that I was stiff looking. That was nice, I guess. But so what. I enjoyed it. It was fun.

Psalm 149 tells us the dance and sing to the LORD.

Praise the LORD!
Sing to the LORD a new song,
his praise in the assembly of the godly!
Let Israel be glad in his Maker;
let the children of Zion rejoice in their King!
Let them praise his name with dancing,
making melody to him with tambourine and lyre!
For the LORD takes pleasure in his people;
he adorns the humble with salvation.
Let the godly exult in glory;
let them sing for joy on their beds.
Let the high praises of God be in their throats
and two-edged swords in their hands,
to execute vengeance on the nations
and punishments on the peoples,
to bind their kings with chains
and their nobles with fetters of iron,
to execute on them the judgment written!
This is honor for all his godly ones.
Praise the LORD!

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