Dance... Like No One is Watching - Part 2

The previous posting was about my embarrassing experience of dancing like no one is watching.  I didn't start writing with the expectation of telling that particular story. In fact,  it wasn't until after I started writing, that I'd even remembered the incident. Of course, then I'm giggling to myself and thinking, "Oh, I have to share this one!" So, I scrapped what I had started writing, and you got to read all about my "weeble wobble on acid" dance experience.

I'm sure many of you read these blog postings and think "I can't believe she is writing this stuff!" Some of you have told me in person, emailed me, or posted in the comments section, that you "think my blog is funny" or "it cracks me up" and you "truly enjoy reading it".  These are the people who take me, and my writing, for what it is. It's just me. The good, the bad and the ugly.  For this I am grateful.  You know who you are, and I thank you. 

I know there are also people who are just totally and completely uninterested in reading my blog.  And... this is totally fine, understandable and acceptable. To each his (or her) own. Right? Right! :) One of the reasons I made the "Seriously!? blog attendee" event, was to "weed out" those who are uninterested in receiving my emails. I also made a "private" facebook group, titled "Seriously?! blog post attendees," and only added friends who replied they would like to receive updates when I post new blogs. I honestly do not begrudge those who wish not to receive updates or read my blog.  I have a friend who "opted out" of receiving my blog updates, and when I ran into her this morning, (we were both grabbing a coffee) I gave her a hug (as I haven't seen her in awhile) we chatted, and quickly updated one another on our lives.  As I hopped back in my truck she said "Hey Julie, you're looking good, congrats on that." She isn't interested in my blog, (in fact the first time I emailed it to her, she replied "what the hell is this shit?!" - she is always cracking me up with her honesty) but she is a friend. She is more of a friend to me than the ones who accept my "Blog Event" and read my posts, but do not accept me, or what I am writing.

I am aware that while some people are laughing WITH me, others are laughing AT me.  You are thinking: "She is embarrassing herself" "It's so dramatic" "Who does she think she is?"  "Blogging about nothing" "doesn't she have anything better to do?" You consult with others, "Have you read Julie's Blog? What the hell is she thinking?" You have accepted updates and read my blog because it's an interesting source of gossip. Something to talk about... in the way you talk about a train wreck, or your neighbor who you THINK is having an affair, or the single mom on food stamps.  You stand in judgement of me. You know who you are. And... to you I say only this: 

Although I may seem crazy and foolish to you,  I Love the Life I Live.  I'm not perfect and I don't profess to be perfect. I sin. I ask for forgiveness. I live to learn and grow and express myself. I have this one life God gave me, and I'm trying like heck to get as much out of it as possible. I want to learn and teach and love and be inspired and inspire others. Stand in judgement of me if you will. I am who I am.

My writing is honest, and real. It can be raw, disorganized, clumsy, embarrassing, immature, rude, crude and totally socially unacceptable. I hope it can also be funny, inspiring, motivating and interesting.  My goal? I try to write like no one is reading.  Like a journal. Like no one reads this but me. It's the only way to truly be me...

And now I come full circle to "dancing like no one is watching".  It could be dancing, writing or singing.  Maybe it's Zumba or exercise or lifting weights? You are the most uninhibited, free, die hard, committed, and hard core when you do it like no one is watching. 

Think about it... Your home alone and you feel like you have to fart. Do you run to the bathroom, lock the door and pray no one hears?! NO! You lift your ass cheek... blow the fart... smell it... and think "Damn my ass stinks, what did I eat?!" 

You can go "all out". You can do what you feel. Say what you want. Sing loud and off key. Dance like an idiot. Love like you don't know pain or rejection. Love like you have never been hurt. Zumba your heart out, lift weights and exercise while making those disgusting "I'm taking a crap" kind of faces. If I lived my life worried about others watching me... worried about their opinions of me, I wouldn't have even made it through that first Zumba class. My point? Forget what "they" say. Forget the others, forget their opinion of you... When you want to be the best you can be... Be you.  

Live like you only have ONE life to live. Make it count. Seriously!  Make... It... Count...

Much love to my friends, family and those who read (and enjoy) my blogs! 

I B Me. U B You.

Love you all!

-Julie Brush