That Little Voice

There are just a few things that have the capacity to cripple me with instant self-doubt and loathing. That make it so hard to quiet the voice in my head. The voice that says unkind things. Walking into a salsa room in New Orleans or a merengue floor in Cancun. And it's sad because I can dance. I LOVE to dance. I am not evolved enough to dance over top of that paralyzing voice. Yet.