Today was the first time in 20 years that I had been on a stage. I love to dance and decided to take an adult class. I am only in one number. In some ways it is such a minor aspect of my life. Class is only one hour a week. We are pretty mellow.
Three minutes today changed everything. I thought that I knew the number, yet for some reason, the music came on and I completely blanked. After the dance was finished, I felt like I had accomplished something. I was scared to get out in front of people, but I did it. For me that is a small victory.
Maybe I should care more about what I think of me then what others think of me. Maybe I need to find a way to be happy with myself and to believe in myself.