Think of all the things you can teach yourself how to do in a year: study a new language, learn to drive a car, practice your rusty whaling skills, or for the more physically inclined who weren’t cursed with two left foot and an internal balancing system that has you toppling over at every gust of a fart, master the art of DANCE.
Karen was clueless when it came to choreography, so over 365 days, she filmed herself dancing. Everywhere.
People who watch me dance today sometimes assume I’ve been dancing for many years. I made this video so you could see the awkward body that started just one year ago.
Here’s my secret: I practiced everywhere. At bus stops. In line at the grocery store. At work — Using the mouse with my right hand and practicing drills with my left hand. You don’t have to train hardcore for years to become a dancer. But you must be willing to practice and you better be hungry. (Via)
I’m hungry, too, but for a pastrami sandwich. I’ll leave the dancing to her, a pro.