Today in Zumba class, I was bumbling along in my usual mediocre way (I'm a newbie) when our instructor, obviously trying to motivate us more intimated students hovering in the back of the room to put some more OOMPH into our salsa booty shakes, pauses from her routine and shouts:
“Just do it! Shake it! SHAKE it! Like nobody’s watching!”
A light goes off in my head: of course. Who cares?
Never mind the gawkers looking at us from the big window.
Never mind the feeling of awkwardness coursing through my body from the threat of mastering something new--feeling as if I'm a gangly twelve year old again with two left feet who can barely keep up with the twenty something teacher effortlessly shimming her hard-body in the front of the classroom.
And, so, for the rest of the class I block out all negativity and self-doubt and instead, focus on the beat, go with my own rhythm.
Later that day I realize this instructor inadvertently just spoke the story of my life. How many times have I quit or refused to take up projects for fear of looking stupid? Those drafts of stories I’ve never polished and completed because I was afraid of someone looking at them. Wasn't afraid of critique necessarily. I knew the drafts needed work, but my fear of opening up, being vulnerable and looking well, foolish.
Whatever it is in life, maybe we should shake this insecurity of being judged and just go FOR IT and give it everything we've got.
And, who really cares if you look dumb?
Because, in the end, it’s only you after all, alone there on the dance floor, dancing to your own beat.
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