I'm listening to a song about dancing, which is one skill I don't have. Luckily when your main partners are under the age of four (or nonjudgmental, in the case of my husband), you can stump around or spin in a circle and feel all right. I think writing can help you stay young, too--again, lucky for me--as writing is what inspired me to do a triathlon, and learn how to bake different types of bread, and research leopard seals. Maybe someday writing will force me to learn how to dance just a little bit better...if that's possible (in high school, I tried out for a musical, and I was the only one who couldn't follow the choreographer. He'd say go left, and I'd go forward. My friends were nice about it, although I knew I'd never be destined for show biz...).
Anyway, once I finally shape my novels into the glittering things they are in my head, I will try to do something celebratory. Like read a new book. Or dance. Who knows?
I thought about posting the Death Cab for Cutie song, but this is a cool story, and nicer press than leopard seals generally get. So leopard seals it is!