Monday, 28 April 2014

Dancing outside the comfort zone

Have you ever tried to explain to an 8-year-old that sometimes it's good to do things we don't want to do?  (Like going to school, or tidying up.)  If so, any tips gratefully received!

Confession: I'm trying to explain the same thing to myself today, not jut the 8-year-old.  Anyone who's read this post might have surmised that I recently took (and passed - phew!) my advanced driving test.  It was something I had talked about doing 'one day' but 'one day' never came because, deep down, I didn't want to.  Like a child who doesn't want to go to school.  However, the husband had other plans, and gave it to me as a present - the one present he's given me that I can honestly say I haven't enjoyed one bit!  But I'm still grateful for it.

I'm grateful because I proved to myself that I can succeed at something even when it's hard, and scary, and way outside my comfort zone.

I am telling myself this repeatedly today because I seem to have committed to something else which makes me want to squirm and run away: I am going to a dance group this evening.  I mean, what on earth possessed me?  Why did I think this was a good idea?  (And it did seem like a good idea, weeks ago when I signed up.)  I am the person who, while innocently dancing at a friend's 16th birthday party many years ago, was crushed by a so-called friend murmuring in my ear, "I'm going to buy you a metronome."

But I'll go, and if it's excruciating, I'll leave and not go back.  On the other hand, it might be the most fun I've had in ages.  Watch this space.

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