Getting ready for our first night out in two years

Focus, I told myself.

You can do this. It’s been a hot minute since you attempted such a monumental challenge, but you’re a capable,-up woman for pity’s sake.

I balanced on one foot. I bent the other knee and curled it toward my chest. My hands stretched out in anticipation.

My foot hovered in the air. My thigh muscles trembled. My breath was growing raspy and labored.

Focus. Focus.

One, two, three. My foot plunged downward, aiming for the tiny target below, which happened to be one leg of a crumpled pair of tights.

It was a yawning, gaping, insurmountable distance.

My knee made an audible popping noise. My foot wobbled back to the floor in defeat. I bent over to catch my breath.

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