Resolved to make mistakes. Mostly successful.
Prompt: Write a memoir in six words, no more, no less.
Dancing brought God into my life.
Four years, dated 13, then George.
Should have had more stupid fun.
Smacked head, crawling back, crown intact.
Between sound and silence, I dance.
Overthought it, then said “f--- it.”
Hip fracture, tracheostomy; skiing, snorkeling out.
Many mistakes, little ambition, no regrets
“Behave yourself.” Now they tell me!