Okay so I am writing about an event that happened a few
weeks ago. A few weeks ago you say, why that’s not keeping up with your blog
now is it? Give me a break I have been grading finals and stuff… Fraidy Cat has
bills to pay sheesh!
Okay so a few weeks ago I took a road trip to Vegas with
some girlfriends. And no there were no dead strippers or kidnapped members of
the party, or any of the other crazy things that seem to happen in the Vegas of
the Movies. But there was something equally terrifying for this nervous Nelly…
Dance Clubs!
I know it seems silly, but the idea of an overly loud room
with other people’s bodies invading my space is enough this girl’s palms sweat.
About six years ago I went briefly into a club with my sister and my cousin,
the place almost instantly pushed me into a full-blown panic attack, so I
turned around and left, vowing to never enter such a place again.
But now as I am in a spirit of facing my fears and growing I
decided to take on the clubs again.
The truth is I like to dance but dancing in public where people can see
me, judge me, has always been something I find hard to get over. But it’s
something I do want to get over; it was a major part of the motivation to take
on this challenge.
The biggest motivation however was friendship. Friends mean a great deal to me, and
some of my girlfriends really really like to go out dancing at clubs. One of my
dear friends was moving (has sense moved L)
and I knew it was going to be one of the last times we would all be together
for a while. So I was determined. After all these days the panic attacks are under
control so I knew that I could not use that as an excuse. I was so set on doing this that I made
a commitment to myself that even if I was having a terrible time I would suck
it up and fake it.
But something glorious happened, I did not have to fake
having a good time. I actually did have a good time. I don’t know if is my new
found bravery in things (ok so I am no fearless worrier yet, but I’m braver
than I once was) or the possible potent potables that may have been consumed (what
happens in Vegas stays there they say) or if it was the amazing group of women
that I was hanging with (my money is actually on the last reason) but whatever
it was what I can say is this… I lived in the moment, and I didn’t stress about
all the people or the noise, and most of I danced and it was wonderful!
