How My Passion Creates My Biggest Stress- A Dancers Story

Today will be the most stressful day of the month for me.

I know this because it was true last month and the month before. This stress is a result of a kizomba dance event that is hosted on the first Monday of the month.

But if I’m so stressed by it, why do I do it?

It’s a passion project.

On the first Monday, I’m worried about attendance. I’m concerned about safety. I’m stressing about people buying food and drinks to ensure that the venue continues to let us crash their joint. I’m worried in so many ways.

But most of all I’m worried about people having a good time.

These are all stupid concerns, given my track record. Attendance is always high, and the feedback is overwhelmingly positive. Yet, I still find myself wrapped in a ball of stress and anxiety. Every Monday leading up to the event, I consider quitting.

Then it’s showtime.

The smiles I see all over the room melt all my worries away. People blitz me to thank me for continuing to host the event. We bring together people from international backgrounds to dance and connect with other human beings.

They come for the dance but stay for the community.

This is why I continue to put myself through this stress every month.

Passion does that.

I know how much the kizomba dance, culture, and community have given me. So, it’s my duty and responsibility to push it along and introduce it to others.

Selfishly, I just want somewhere to dance locally.

And now, everyone is benefitting from the effort. I’m proud of what we have built, even though it gives me more gray hair. We’ve grown a community that is respected nationwide.

Passion did that.

Visit Kizpassion.com if you’re curious.

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