Okay, so, it didn't really save my life, but it made for a better title. I do love Salsa though! The dance, not the food. Actually, I love the food too, but this post is about dancing, or rather what it represents to me at the moment.
While visiting my sister and her family in Colorado, I went out Salsa dancing with one of her friends and as I was making my way to meet her (or trying to...there's a story there), I realized how far I had come in my road to recovery with Panic Attacks. That one simple night of fun represented a HUGE success for me and I'll tell you how.
First off, I had to drive at night about 45 minutes to meet her at the club. I am not particularly a fan of driving at night because I tend to get halos on lights and it distracts me when driving. I tend to avoid it like the plague. I also don't like driving alone at night, downtown in cities, through construction zones, over bridges, or to places where I have no idea where I'm going. I also don't like large crowds of people in tight spaces. I've never like any of these things, but especially since dealing with anxiety. But, this night, I decided the pay off would be worth dealing with 45 minutes of discomfort.
As I set off on the drive, I realized about 5 minutes into it that I had not brought my medication with me. I have only had to use it once but I like to have it on me "just in case." The fact that I realized I didn't have it and decided not to go back for it was a giant step forward for me!
Unfortunately for me, the 45 minute drive turned into more like 2.5 hours since I got TOTALLY lost! It was also at this point that I realized I had no GPS and not really anyone to call if something happened since my sister and family had to go out of town (out of state, actually) for a funeral. I called the friend I was meeting and she tried looking up a map on her smartphone but it was to no avail since I was so far lost she couldn't even find where I was on the map. That was not comforting.
You know what else is not comforting and other things I don't like? That awkward moment when you finally find a gas station to ask directions in and then realizing it's 10 O'Clock at night and you are dressed like a hooker. I didn't realize it until that moment since it was completely appropriate attire for a Salsa club. When I dressed, I planned on only being in my car and the club that night, not entering a dark, seedy gas station at night. Oh well, you live and you learn.
In the end, I made it to the club, danced my little heart out, and had a FANTABULOUS night of dancing and salsa success!!!!!
While visiting my sister and her family in Colorado, I went out Salsa dancing with one of her friends and as I was making my way to meet her (or trying to...there's a story there), I realized how far I had come in my road to recovery with Panic Attacks. That one simple night of fun represented a HUGE success for me and I'll tell you how.
First off, I had to drive at night about 45 minutes to meet her at the club. I am not particularly a fan of driving at night because I tend to get halos on lights and it distracts me when driving. I tend to avoid it like the plague. I also don't like driving alone at night, downtown in cities, through construction zones, over bridges, or to places where I have no idea where I'm going. I also don't like large crowds of people in tight spaces. I've never like any of these things, but especially since dealing with anxiety. But, this night, I decided the pay off would be worth dealing with 45 minutes of discomfort.
As I set off on the drive, I realized about 5 minutes into it that I had not brought my medication with me. I have only had to use it once but I like to have it on me "just in case." The fact that I realized I didn't have it and decided not to go back for it was a giant step forward for me!
Unfortunately for me, the 45 minute drive turned into more like 2.5 hours since I got TOTALLY lost! It was also at this point that I realized I had no GPS and not really anyone to call if something happened since my sister and family had to go out of town (out of state, actually) for a funeral. I called the friend I was meeting and she tried looking up a map on her smartphone but it was to no avail since I was so far lost she couldn't even find where I was on the map. That was not comforting.
You know what else is not comforting and other things I don't like? That awkward moment when you finally find a gas station to ask directions in and then realizing it's 10 O'Clock at night and you are dressed like a hooker. I didn't realize it until that moment since it was completely appropriate attire for a Salsa club. When I dressed, I planned on only being in my car and the club that night, not entering a dark, seedy gas station at night. Oh well, you live and you learn.
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| Me, dressed appropriately for Salsa dancing, not for perusing abandoned gas stations at night. |
In the end, I made it to the club, danced my little heart out, and had a FANTABULOUS night of dancing and salsa success!!!!!
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