If you know me, you likely don’t think the title of this post suits me one bit. In fact, I feel like I have lived two VERY different lives…quiet and shy for the first part merging into the boisterous social person I have become.
My younger sister on the other hand was born adorable, social and feisty. When people came to visit they gravitated to her. I gravitated to the wall. Sounds pathetic, but I don’t recall being bitter about it…we had roles to play and we did it well.
Attitude and the Wallflower: Starsky and Hutch.
If I were to spend time being bitter, it might be about THIS:
Tall blond in the Wallflower swimsuit: Incognito.
Anyway, where was I? Oh right…so at some point I rebelled. I raised my voice. I made a scene. I spoke my mind. It was….awkward. Well, I was 14…EVERYTHING was awkward, but more about that and my really big 80’s hair another time.
All of this to say…I might be reverting to my wallflower ways. I still speak my mind, but perhaps not as willing to put myself out there. Until last night, that is. We went to a Seasonal Celebration for the Hub’s work and the event had a Cowboy theme. I had no sooner finished the fabulous meal when I was being dragged out to the dance floor to dance. LINE DANCE. I kid you not. I lived through the early nineties, the Electric Slide and Cadillac Ranch, I saw no reason to return to it. However, this lady, single and new to town was ready to dance so there I stood: mortified and ready to bail. When did I become that person? I mean when did I become THAT person again?
So I grit my teeth, stick it out, learn 3 different line dances and have a terrific time, dancing the night away. Even dragged the Hubs out to dance a couple of times! HAD. A. BLAST.
A Wallflower no more.