My Heart Does the Tango

Sometimes I get depressed by all of the things I can't do.

I blame a lot of these things on being monocular, mainly not driving. Everyone is always quick to point out all of the near-blind, 90 year old people they know who drive. I say: is that a good thing?

Whether or not I might be able to drive if I put my mind to it, which I honestly believe I can't and shouldn't do, I am undeniably uncoordinated.

Besides not driving, I also can't snap.

Although I am flexible, I definitely have two left feet when it comes to dancing. It always made me sad when I was younger and had a new ballet teacher who would see me at the barre, put me in the front row on the floor, and then demote me to the third row by the next class.

I wanted to swing dance before the trend came, and then went, and I love the tango. A few years ago, I met a tango teacher who told me he could teach anyone to tango. I don't know if his ego or mine was more bruised by my inability to learn the most basic steps
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