The point wasn't to master the Tai Chi form. Nope. The point was to do something. Something different than I'd done and something that I, in my heart of hearts, would be good for me to do.
So I did.
Went from "...flapping chicken..." to spreading my wings.
Then? I made my ownself laugh. (Which really is half the battle.)
And guess what. It feels pretty good.
Lots to do. Fencing class begins next month...
Cya on the beach Happy.