
One of my biggest goals in life is
to be fearless. I’d love to be able to stand atop the Astoria Column and not
hyperventilate; love to light my gas fireplace without cringing; love to talk in
front of a group of people without breaking into a sweat. I could go on and on
. . . the fact is, we have brains programmed to help us survive, and those
things which we have learned to fear create the anxiety response in our
body—the well-known fight or flight. But
how many of those things that cause us fear are actually life-threatening? How
many irrational, but to us, very real, and sometimes even immobilizing,
situations could actually kill us?
I have a theory that all fear boils
down to a fear of death—even the anxiety I feel at the prospect of speaking in
front of a group. What would happen to me, in a more primitive, centuries-ago
human society if I somehow ostracized myself from my tribe? I would be cast
out, perhaps, into the jungle with the saber tooth tigers to fend for myself.
And I’d probably die. This fear of removal from the group, losing approval from
those we need or value, is what is behind most of our self-consciousness based
fears, like my example of public speaking, or perhaps taking a dance class at
Tsunami Studio.
Ahh . . . you see where I’m going with this.
Also consider the past, for a moment. Cast your mind back to
something you wanted to do, but didn’t, because you were afraid. An opportunity
that came, knocked, and went away because you didn’t answer the call. I can
think of many: all those black diamond ski runs, not to mention the jumps I
never took; my inability to travel alone despite time and money to do so; the
abandoned piano lessons simply because I was terrified of the recitals. I’m
sure you have your list too.
The point is not to stay in regret—I’m no proponent of that—but
to realize that if we had risen to those challenges, certain experiences would
now be ours to cherish as skills or memories or relationships. But we can’t do
everything. Fair enough.
Now, think of all the things you did do, that you were afraid of, but you attempted anyway. Having a
child, perhaps? Taking a risk on that person who turned out to be your soul
mate or best friend? Adopting that abused dog that changed your life? Chucking
that lifeless job to travel around the world? My own list of faced fears is
long and inspiring—not the least of which is starting a business, with a friend,
mind you (a thing many people told me not to do, ever), in a time of economic downturn. Well, here we are. And here you are.
Yes, I’m sure you see where I’m headed.
We’ve heard from so many of you that you are glad we’re
here. We’ve seen some of you in our classes (thank you lovely dancers). We’ve
had your kind words of support and encouragement. And we’ve also heard, over
and over, how scared you are to dance, to let your body move the way it wants
to, never mind in front of a bunch of strangers. You may think I can’t relate
to your self-consciousness around movement . . . I can. Am I afraid now to lose
myself in the dance of Self, in front of all and sundry? No. But I have
empathy, I get it, and I also want to say that one of the most important things
we can do in life is to face our fears. I know some dear people who live so
bound up in their anxieties that they cut off half of life’s beauty and wonder.
My friend related a story of her own fears of tsunamis (not
our Tsunami—she’s a supportive dancer) and another friend’s advice to her: “you
have to dance with your bears—I mean, fears!” “Dancing with bears” has become my friend’s
codeword when she finds herself quailing in front of a challenge. This is the
dance of life, after all. To tango with trepidation, cha-cha with chaos, swing
with stress, hustle with humor, jitterbug with joy . . . . you get the idea.
So, this is where I’m headed. I want to invite you to step
up to whatever plate it may be in your life that you are avoiding because of
fear. I want to encourage you to “leap, and the net will appear,” to “dance
like nobody’s watching.” To figure out what
moves you, and bring more of that into your life.
Oh, and if the dance with your bears brings you into Tsunami Studio for a class, all the
better! You’ll be in very good company.
Blessings!