Stepping out of my comfort zone
I’m essentially an introvert. I’m a nerd, a scientist, a quiet and serious person, a good mom (hell, I’m a fantastic mom). But I also have a really weird hobby. I’m a dancer. That hobby has brought me into a whole different world, it has introduced me to an amazing culture which has welcomed me despite my pasty-white European heritage, it has bought some amazing women into my life, and brought in the man who turned it upside-down too.
There’s one dancer who kind of adopted me and brought me out of my shell and made me make friends. She’s my best friend now, my sister. Without her I pretty much stay home and watch tv with the dog. She’s my party goblin.
But I stepped out on my own. I joined another group for a one-time event and have gotten to know some new people; and tonight I’m dancing in a big Christmas parade. Big crowds, new dances, a whole new experience. I’m nervous as all hell but so excited too.