I dare myself to go dancing
In the 6th grade we had a square dancing unit. I loved it.
Even when I got paired up with the stinky boys (which was always), I couldn’t wait for the next time we lined up to do-si-do.
Every so often now I travel through cities and see flyers in coffee shops of cool girls in cowgirl dresses. Hipsters in straw hats. It’s the thing to do again.
I see one of those advertisements and I get SO excited.
Let’s go! I think. That would be fun.
Then I talk myself down.
I never go.
Today I saw another such advertisement online.
It just happens to be the one day of the month when the square dancers get together. It just happens to be a quick 20 minute bus ride from where I’m staying.
I get excited. Let’s go.
But then the thoughts start spinning –
It will be after dark.
I won’t know anyone.
I might feel super awkward.
There’s no one to watch my purse.
Terrible things might happen.
Let’s just watch TV instead.
I watch my brain steer me away from my excitement and back into my comfort zone.
Ah, that’s why I never go. I’m afraid of the unknown. It makes sense now.
This is why we dare ourselves to do the things that scare us. So that we can grow.
Today I dare myself to go dancing.
She was never quite ready. But she was brave. And the universe listens to brave.
– Rebecca Ray