Is Kizomba Hard?

I’m going this time. I need to go.

I keep asking my friends to come with me but they keep canceling.

I’m so nervous and never done anything like this.

But I know I need to step out of my comfort zone.
I’m sure I read that in a motivational quote somewhere.

I’ve already tried to go by myself but the anxiety was too much.

Everything was hurting. I think my body was trying to keep me safe. Home is safe.

This is the year. I owe it to myself. The breakup was tough but I refuse to let it define me.

They all look so cool in the videos and they’re having so much fun. I want that. I need that.

I wonder if they would accept me even though I’ve never danced anything before.

Damn, I swear I have two left feet.

Well, I made it. I’m here.

Maybe I should get out of the car. Yea, I’ll do that.

Now what. I’m so nervous that I’m shaking. Hope no-one notices.

I recognize some of them from the videos. They seem nice. Several have already introduced themselves and welcomed me.

They’re all so beautiful and elegant. Smooth. I’ll never be able to dance like that.


There are others here that have never come before. I’m not the only new person. That’s comforting.

I’m starting to relax a bit. Still nervous, but less shaky.

The closeness of the dance worried me a bit, but it’s beautiful. It’s just a pleasant hug. Not creepy at all.

This is so much fun. I’m having so much fun.

Everyone is welcoming. Well, there was that one person who was a little weird, but they’re not ruining my experience.

I actually had to comfort another beginner I was partnered up with during the rotations.

How ironic.

Wow. I did it. I made it through my first class and only stepped on a couple of people. My victims were super sweet though.

We took a group picture and I was smiling from ear to ear.

I’m literally floating on a cloud right now.

I’m looking for more music on the drive home. I’m breaking several laws right now.

Wait. I’m feeling that anxiety again about coming back next week.

Will they think I’m good enough?