A long, long time ago, I was in high school.
In high school, I played volleyball.
When I played volleyball, it was not a pretty sight.
Imagine long, gangly arms that never responded to my brain quite the way they were supposed to. Knees that somehow managed to become bloody messes despite the presence of protective kneepads. Hair that was long enough to attempt a ponytail but short enough that it fell into sweaty ropes around my face ten minutes into the game.
I was a hot mess of flailing limbs, and as I left high school, I assured myself that I would never need to repeat the experience.
Intramural volleyball has started. Six years later, and I am still a hot mess of a klutz. But this klutz has learned to laugh at her mistakes, to bask in the embarrassed glow of her awkwardness, and to always, always bring a hair band.
Embrace your awkward today.