Dance #2: Frustration

Frustration—of not knowing just what to do, when to do it, or even how... Skirting around the edges of an opportunity, afraid to make any wrong move, lest it should screw things up again... Being paralysed by this sensation, ensuring the comforting but all-too-familiar embrace of failure and self-hatred. Frustration is a dance that is painfully aware of possibility. Grasp at it with helpless fingers, and feel its spectre slip straight through them. So close. So far. In the superimposition lies the agony. Why do you keep doing this to yourself? What do you hope to gain?

An endless stop-start. A painstakingly rehearsed performance that is still somehow not quite right? Resentment contorted, twisted and turned inward. "It's all my fault. It's all my fucking fault". Try as you might, nothing seems to work. Failure compounds failure, each subsequent wave crashing onto an already storm-battered beach. You sigh, and try again. What else can you to do? Persistence is the key to successfully performing this dance.