It took 5 years for my social anxiety to start to wear down my joy Lindy Hopping. And another 5 to wear it away almost completely. But it happened.
After the first five years, my inner critic had found its footing again. And I stopped trusting. I stopped trusting the Universe to steer me where I needed to be. I was still getting steered about. We all are. But I started to get caught up in needing to plan, to fret, to weigh if I was being successful. I got a high paying, challenging job that made me feel like an adult. Ah, the fretting that job helped me bring to the fore! I fretted about home ownership, car ownership, marriage, parenthood, job advancement. We all do. But those are topics and that was an intensity that shut me down. I couldn’t keep up with it. And there was no where to retreat from that stuff—my inner critic was making short work of my joy in dance. I began to falter.
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