I am terribly uncoordinated at times. The fancy footwork that is expected of me brings confusion and before I know it, I'm standing completely still, unable to move my feet.
I fear the mistakes, the mess-ups, the falls.
I fear the dance.
Unwilling to step into territory unknown, I freeze, accomplishing nothing more than, well, nothing!
But I'm in need of the practice, the one-two-three's, the taking-it-slow, the not worrying about falling. It's the practice that makes the stepping easier and conquers the fear.
And when I find my step, my Teacher cheers for more, because He knows what the practice will produce.
Finally, leaving behind the fear, I dance... and I live.