My biggest fear when I considered this move wasn't even about failing. I knew failure would be an option. I might not be able to find a job or an apartment I could afford or - dare I even say it - I may never be accepted into a physical therapy assisting program. My biggest fear, though, was whether I was choosing this move for me.
There's something both awe inspiring and ghastly about people who complete some difficult task or reach some incredible goal. It's as if they are firmly planted on some high mountain while I grapple in the rocks wondering how they made it to the top. The hero or heroine says to all who ask about their ultimate success: "Yeah, it wasn't easy. There were issues along the way. Highs and low. But in the end I kept going and it all worked out."
I'm no stranger to digital detoxes. I'm one of those weirdos that shuts her phone off at like 8:30, often leaves it locked in the console of her car, and has been known to airplane mode it and shove it in a drawer on the regular. I mean, people have survived without these addictive devices for centuries - surely I can survive without mine for a few hours or overnight. And I do. I survive quite well without the blasted thing.
"Tilt your head back, please." I tilted. A quick pull and a pop and my nose stud was history. My finally healed piercing was finally ready to receive my brand new rose gold ring (a wonderful present from my sister, by the way). A pinch and a twist later and my piercer had situated the … Continue reading Anxious Bodies
And then, gentle reader, came that fateful question…
“Hi! I’m Nick. Would you like to be my dance partner?”