October 30, 2004 - 3:18 p.m. Today at brunch, Rebecca told me that she was rather impressed with my dancing last night at the SA/Ballroom Dancing Club's Halloween Dance. She said that I looked like I knew what I was doing and that I really picked up quickly on the line dances. Really? I was the one who could never follow along in ballet class, who couldn't ever shoot a basketball with any accuracy, who couldn't claim to know what the back of an object looked like by looking at its front. The way she said it, though, was like she was genuinely impressed, not just "Oh yeah, Kari, you're a..good..dancer." She didn't have to say anything, and she especially didn't have to bring it up, but she did. What a wonderful compliment. I couldn't tell you what I did to deserve such a compliment. I didn't dance like I was trying to impress. For once I really wasn't thinking about who might be looking at me. Maybe that's the secret. The hardest part is to forget myself, to forget that there's anyone else in the room. But if I can, apparently I'm okay just the same. ...before & after...