No matter how many double-dogs or tipple-dogs you put in front of dare, they’re still words. Just words, until they provoke action.
Dares never scared me. I wouldn’t be tricked into such careless or risky behavior. I was the good girl minding the rules and not risking disappointment of a teacher or of just looking stupid. No, I’d take the sting, and fun, right out of those words “I dare you!”
Until I dared myself to risk my comfort and push beyond my safe circles to attend this conference where I’d know no one. I’d be the new girl again and Lord knows this has never been my desired role. All of the old anxieties return noticing all the ways I don’t fit and blind to the ways I do.
I made it through the opening session and will start a full day soon, fears still close at hand wondering why I took this dare. I’m not exactly sure, at this moment, but I think it had something to do with growing and learning. I could have taken another on-line class. I could have continued hiding behind my gravatar or Twitter name. I like the safety of both where the risk is limited to words on a screen and I sound more confident than I am. But for some reason I took this self dare. I’ll let you you know how it turns out. 😉
Linking up with Kate Montaug for Five-minute Friday.