Pandora's Anxious Adventure

I don't know about y'all but I know too many September babies. It went from maybe 2 people a few years ago to like at least 5 possible in-person commitments. But birthdays weren't the only things to celebrate in September. Trap Karaoke finally made it to South Florida. When I tell you seeing that Ft. Lauderdale stop after I missed the Miami stop was such a blessing. I have never been to a blacker, more energetic, fun-filled, actively positive vibes, event in my life. And I grew up in Jamaica. From the line in I could tell it was about to be a good night. So here's the thing, I ain't really been 'out' at an event in a hot while especially after two separate and emotionally draining anxiety attacks in public, working events on the side don't count. Also, a new job and bedtime hours mean I don't do much but go to work, stay home and maybe see one and two folks here and there. So I was a lil bit anxious about going to an event such as Trap Karaoke.

Something I've found myself doing more often as of late, especially after starting therapy, is randomly singing and dancing. Long ago in a more emotionally naive, but happier world, I spent my days making up dances and songs, singing along to EVERYTHING and dancing all the time. Even in my early driving days, my favorite time of day was being in my car, music on blast, dancing and driving to wherever I needed to be. And then slowly it stopped. Like one day something switched off and the random dancing felt forced, singing out loud was something to be hidden and I car dance parties became few and far between. I won't say I wasn't dancing and singing, but it felt like it wasn't happening as much. I went from having a walking jukebox in my mind every day, to silence. The constant stream of music I used to let out randomly, wasn't playing anymore. That's the thing about depression, it creeps up on you sometimes. You don't see it initially, but when you