Grace

It's always been something I've longer for, yet I'm just now realizing it. I always trip and run into things because of the pace at which I move. Soccer hasn't demanded much grace from me as it has intelligence and heart. I noticed a trend. I wanted to be a gymnast or a figure skater and now I wish I was a dancer as well. Linking the three together, I stumbled upon what I do not have. Grace. Rollerblading is the closest thing I have to it, in that I feel like a plane in the clear sky, but I still think it's more powerful than graceful.

Maybe I need to give more grace to others which without their knowing may bestow their grace upon me. My giving will allow me to receive even if they aren't actually giving. Then maybe my physical form will move with grace if I'm filled with it.

Or maybe my cerebellum will never fine-tune itself and my clumsiness will land me another bruise. Oh look, another metaphor.