This week’s post is a guest post for my lovely, talented, and wholehearted friend Ms. Stephanie Walker, who has started a super sweet blog project called Today’s Failure. I love it! Check out a quick preview of the post below, and then click on over to read it in its entirety.
I danced twice last week.
On Tuesday I went to Zumba class, failing miserably to keep up as the teacher shook and shimmied with ease.
And Saturday, on my birthday, I took the hand of a good looking stranger and let him lead me around a crowded dance floor over and over again.
Which doesn’t sound like a big deal or anything, but it was because, well– I don’t dance.
See, my whole life I’ve been terrified of embarrassing myself in front of– gasp!– people, and so I’ve often opted to sit fearfully on the sidelines, praying to God that no one pulls me onto the floor where I’ll be forced to put my white girl moves on display.
“My rhythm is horrible!” I tell myself. “And if I can’t do it perfectly and gracefully and awesomely, then I’m not gonna do it at all.”
It’s not just dancing, either: Putting myself out there in any way scares me sh*tless…
Click here to read the full post on Today’s Failure!
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[Image by Bethan]