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The Old Adage

You've probably read it, heard it, or seen it tattooed on someone, but there's a saying that starts with "dance like no one's watching..."
It's supposed to be a way of saying "be yourself," or something along those lines. There's more to it, but the point is that you should be yourself and not be afraid of what other people think about your questionable dancing ability.
I have two emphatic words for that expression.

Screw. That.

What fun is it to dance when nobody's watching? Where's the thrill? Where's the adrenaline? Where's the motivation to try something crazy?
I'm not just talking about dancing anymore, this is bigger. Don't do things like they don't matter, do things like they're the most important thing in your life.
Make everything count, right? Give me one good reason not to.
Let's say you're writing a blog post. It doesn't matter if only three people are going to read it, you should write it as if 300,000 people will read it. Project what you want to be and then do everything you can to become it. That's why I write about things that I care about - even if I'm writing jokingly. I could post something on here four times a day but it wouldn't be worth anyone's time to read it because they wouldn't be things I felt strongly about.
But this is one I feel strongly about.


Maybe this is just the inner performer in me trying to get out, but I'd rather do anything in front of 500 people than in front of nobody. Sure, I'd be nervous, but I'd also try as hard as I possibly could to do my best.
When you're trying to impress yourself, you can rationalize failure. But could you justify it to a room full of people who paid to see you succeed?

Why do you tell people about the things that you've done in your life? You do it because you want to see people's reactions to what you do. You want an audience. Secrets aren't fun because you can't share them with somebody. So why not share with the world?

Do something big. Have an audience. Dance like your life depends on it.

That's my motivation for the night. Eat it up.

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  1. Not only do I do things like I have an audience, I in fact usually do have an audience. For example, I tend not to shower without a crowd. A standard cleansing draws about a dozen, but with a little promotion and some serious filth in all the hard to reach places, upwards of 20 fascinated onlookers are sure to show. Singers, athletes and motivational speakers share their gifts with the world, why should I not be just as unselfish and share my unparalleled techniques and abilities? I strongly urge the readers of "Chasing a Dream" to step out of the proverbial closet (whether or not the closet is proverbial for you is for you to decide) and shower for show.

    Don't drop the soap, though, that would be weird.

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