βYou gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.β ~Eleanor Roosevelt
Thereβs 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 doβyouβve trained, practiced, preparedβbut suddenly, itβs like someone else is in your body. Your skills vanish. Your confidence implodes.
Thatβs the yips.
And if youβre an artist, musician, writer, teacherβanyone whose work lives in public viewβyouβve 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 pitcherβs mound. I had a strong arm and a real love for the game, so they made me the pitcher.
It felt like an honorβuntil it became a nightmare.
I couldnβt throw a strike. Not one. I walked batter after batter. The harder I tried, the worse it got. My coaches shouted. My teammates rolled their eyes. And worst of all, I didnβt know why it was happening. I knew how to pitch. IΒ wantedΒ to pitch. But my body wouldnβt cooperate.
My confidence didnβt just erodeβit imploded.
That experience carved something into me, and years later, it returned in a different formβon stage, with a viola in my hands.
The Yips in Music
I had taken up guitar earlier and played in public a few times. A little nerves, sure, but nothing overwhelming. But the viola was different.
The viola wasnβt just an instrumentβit was a commitment. I loved the sound, the subtlety, the range. But the moment I sat down to play chamber music or solo piecesβespecially in front of discerning classical audiencesβI froze.
My bow hand would shake uncontrollably. My tone would collapse. My breath shortened. My fingers, steady in rehearsal, betrayed me under pressure. It wasnβt just a little stage fright. It was full-body paralysis. And I wasnβt just nervousβI was ashamed.
I could feel the others around me adjusting their playing, trying to stay in sync, politely pretending not to notice the scraping sound of my trembling bow. I wasnβt just failing myselfβI felt like I was slowly unraveling something beautiful we had built together.
That shame lasted longer than any applause ever could.
Eventually, I stopped performing. It hurt too much.
But Then, a Different Tune
Whatβs strange is that I can still play old-time fiddle music in public. Ozark waltzes, hoedowns, reelsβI can play those in front of a crowd with energy and joy.
Why?
Because people are moving. Theyβre dancing. Theyβre smiling. Thereβs an exchange happeningβcall and response, energy to energy. No oneβs looking to critique every phrase. They just want to feel alive.
That shiftβfrom judgment to participationβmade all the difference.
It was my first clue that the problem wasnβt just about nerves. It was aboutΒ dissonance.
When Belief and Experience Clash
What I didnβt understand as a kidβbut see now in myself, my students, and even my own childrenβis that the yips arenβt just performance anxiety. Theyβre the outward symptoms ofΒ cognitive dissonance: the mental and emotional strain that happens when who weΒ believeΒ we are doesnβt match what weβreΒ experiencing.
This dissonance doesnβt just trip us up. It can make us doubt the very core of our identity. And in creative work, that doubt can be devastating.
Common Creative Cognitive Dissonances
Over the yearsβas a filmmaker, teacher, and musicianβIβve seen these patterns again and again:
1. βIβm passionate and skilledβ vs. βI just froze in front of everyone.β
You know youβre good. But in that crucial moment, something inside shuts down. The disconnect feels like failure, even if itβs just fear.
2. βI believe in creative freedomβ vs. βI censor myself when others are watching.β
We crave authenticity. But the moment we feel observed, we retreat into safe ideas and bland choices.
3. βI want to create something meaningfulβ vs. βNo one will care about this.β
You believe in the work, but a voice in your head tells you itβs not important. That voice keeps you from finishingβor from starting at all.
4. βI value growthβ vs. βI should already be good at this.β
Even lifelong learners fall into this trap. Especially those of us with experience. We forget how to be beginners again.
5. βIβm a creative personβ vs. βI canβt seem to finish anything.β
The inner identity and the outer reality donβt match. That gap becomes shameβand shame leads to silence.
6. βI believe in collaborationβ vs. βI donβt trust others with my ideas.β
You want input, but feel threatened by it. This tension keeps you isolated, even as you long for connection.
7. βI practice mindfulnessβ vs. βI push myself until I crash.β
You teach balance but live exhaustion. (Iβve done this one far too many times.)
How to Work with the Yips, Not Against Them
Hereβs what Iβve learned after a lifetime of living with this pattern:Β You donβt conquer the yips by trying harder. You heal them by listening deeper.
That means meeting the fearβnot with force, but with care.
Hereβs how I begin again, every time:
1. Lead with compassion.
That part of you thatβs scared? Itβs also the part that loves what youβre doing. Be gentle. Speak kindly to yourself.
2. Accept the bodyβs message.
Trembling hands, dry mouth, racing thoughtsβthese are just signs that you care. Breathe through them. Donβt resist them. Let them pass like weather.
3. Reframe the story.
Not: βI choked.β
But: βI hit a growth edge.β Or: βIβm learning to stay present when it matters.β That shift matters.
4. Find reciprocal environments.
Play for dancers. Share writing with friends. Teach in spaces where people reflect, nod, laugh, respond. Itβs hard to heal in front of a wall of silence.
5. Focus on presence, not perfection.
When I play fiddle now, I donβt aim to impress. I aim to connect. That intention rewires everything.
6. Return to joy.
What first drew you to your work? The sound? The rhythm? The curiosity? The spark? Go back there. Thatβs where your real voice lives.
A Life Beyond the Yips
These days, I still feel the yips. Sometimes when I teach. Sometimes when I perform. Sometimes when I write something that matters to me.
But now, I recognize them for what they are:Β a signal that Iβm doing something vulnerable and real.
If youβre an artist, musician, teacher, makerβand youβve gotten stuckβyouβre not alone. And youβre not broken.
Youβre simply standing at the edge of the gap between who youΒ wereΒ and who youβreΒ becoming.
The work is to stay in the room. Gently. Bravely. Again and again.
And little by little, youβll find your way backβnot to where you started, but to something deeper.
To a self that trusts its voice again. To a body that remembers how to move. To a joy that doesnβt depend on perfection.
To the quiet truth that you were never really lost at all.
About Tony Collins
Tony Collins, EdD, MFA is a documentary filmmaker, teacher, musician, writer, and consultant with forty years of experience. His work explores creative expression, scholarly rigor, and nonfiction storytelling across the USA, Central America, Asia, and the UAE. In 2025, he is self-publishingΒ Creative Scholarship: Rethinking Evaluation in Film and New MediaΒ on Amazon, challenging traditional academic assessment in film and new media. Website:Β anthonycollinsfilm.com
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