28 August 2017
Dancing with fear
I did something mildly terrifying today: I danced in public.
Not a proper dance, just a little jig at the bus stop. Enough movement for someone to recognise that I wasn’t having an epileptic fit, but not a full-on jive.
What makes performance strike fear into the hearts of all but the most seasoned professionals? It’s the fact that we know people might be judging us, that they have what scientists call “Theory of Mind”.
Yet, I realised something particularly interesting today at the bus stop. Nobody cared what I was doing. This is significant. Sure, there was one guy who thought it was mildly amusing - he shot me a quick grin then went back to staring into the depths of his smartphone.
When was the last time you saw someone behave slightly nutty, had a laugh about it, and then instantly forgot about it? All the time, I’d wager.
What will you do now knowing that you care about looking stupid way, way more than what others care?
I’m sure that dancing with fear gets easier. We just have to practice.