I brave my new venture, attempting Hip Hop classes, alone this time. It may just be the last as I contemplate taking a hiatus after only two sessions. I gave my best effort, for that I'm proud, but leaving the building I felt as though I had failed epically. The impending discomfort, stemming from my lack of ability, bullies the minimal traces of confidence I am believed to have.
Driving home, riddled with discouragement, I begin thinking out loud. My analytical side then dominates, navigating through the culmination of thought clusters and fears. A harsh reflection on days that I used to possess any form of tenacity. Indeed, times have changed. I am in desperate need of a makeover and be reminded how it is to be comfortable in my own skin. I hope to unearth an amazing journey to self-preservation.
I've gone off to find myself. Should I return before I get back, please ask me to wait.
