Day 28 – a picture of something you’re afraid of
I know, this doesn’t look very scary. I mean, maybe it does, but it’s a picture of me, and who is afraid of herself?
Okay, so maybe you should be scared of me, because I look a little possessed in this shot, but here’s what really scares me. (And I bet it’s scared you, too).
For the rest of my life.
I go to lots of dance-related functions: weddings, salsa night, swing at Glen Echo. I usually go with a group of friends, or even by myself. That doesn’t really bother me too much. If you walk past my store on a particularly slow evening, you might even catch me practicing the newest steps I’ve learned behind the register.
What really scares me, though, is that I’m never going to have anyone I can always dance with. Someone to “save the last dance” for. Someone who is willing to dance with me even though I try to lead. Preferably someone who can lead better than me.
What scares me is that all my friends are getting married (or are already married and having kids) and I hardly ever go out on dates. Because I suppose the one thing that scares me even more than dancing alone is actually asking someone to dance.