My parents tried. They really did. When we were but wee youths, they signed my brothers and I up for all sorts of activities that we took to like fish to aeronautics. We attempted baseball, tee ball, soccer… you know, the kinds of things that gangly, near-sighted kids with zero hand/eye coordination obviously excel at. I even ran cross country once! (…but poorly and on a no cut team) Mercifully, Mom and Dad didn’t have any LeBron level delusions of grandeur for us, so one by one we gracefully (question mark?) bowed out of of various athletic endeavors.
For the most part I have #zeroregrets about picking art classes over sweating, but there is one activity I wished I’d stuck with longer: dance. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t amazing at jazz and pretty much a laughing stock in tap, but ballet? Basically built for kids with awkwardly long appendages. I was a solid B at least in ballet. However I was more interested in daydreaming than dancing (and I had zero patience for kids my own age), so Past Me said toodles to tutus. But Present Me kind of wants to kick Past Me in her nonexistent little heiney. We turned our nose up at the chance to run around in tulle and sequins all the time? Ridiculous. So now I’m endeavoring to make up for lost time. Not by actually taking dance classes, oh no… I’ve just decided to be your average grown adult woman running around dressed like a fancy ass child. Get on my level.
Sweater: Target (similar)
Shoes: SheIn (verrrrrry similar)
Necklace: JCrew (similar)