Our lives are filled with unexpected obstacles. Sometimes its a pothole and sometimes its panic attack in the middle of Times Square. Since I’m constantly fluctuating between believing I can take over the world and wanting to hide under a blanket on my couch, I never quite know how I’m going to respond when faced with one of these challenges. I’ve been known to both stand on a table to be better heard and sit underneath it to avoid eye contact with casual acquaintances.

My usual mental state can be summed up with this dilemma: In the event of an unexpected flashmob, will I break out my own dance moves or will I hide in fear?

I’m trying to find an equilibrium between my vastly different gut reactions, but I’m not there yet. I think a good first step is choreographing a dance routine that will swiftly but stylishly remove me from sashaying crowds. Because you know what Benjamin Franklin said about spontaneity—if you fail to plan, you are planning to fail.