“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt There’s a quiet moment before the spotlight hits when everything in your body wants to run.
Your hands tremble. Your voice tightens. Your breath shortens, even though the room is still. You love what you do—you’ve trained, practiced, prepared—but suddenly, it’s like someone else is in your body.
Your skills vanish. Your confidence implodes. That’s the yips. And if you’re an artist, musician, writer, teacher—anyone whose work lives in public view—you’ve probably met them too. The First Collapse For me, the first time the yips showed up, I was about ten years old, standing on a Little League pitcher’s mound.
I had a strong arm and a real love for the game, so they made me the pitcher. It felt like an honor—until it became a nightmare.
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