I stood alone onstage, paralyzed. Seconds ticked by, each more excruciating than the last. The spotlight had seemed so luminous a moment before, but now it burned me with its bitter circle. I’d let everyone down.
It was in this moment that I learned how to be boring.
FRANKLY, I HADN’T really expected to perform in that dance recital. The year before, my older sister Nancy was anointed fastest swimmer in her event by the Guinness Book of World Records, and my older brother Andy was accepted into Harvard. I couldn’t outswim my sister or outthink my brother. How could I stand out, and make my parents proud?
Dance, I decided, would allow me to define myself away from the overcrowded family trophy mantel of sports and ...