Are you a worry-what-they-might-think type person?
I kind of am, much less so than I used to be. But still a little bit of me goes into defence mode if I need to do something daft or silly or where I am not really in control.
This weekend I was invited to a birthday party. Nothing wrong with that I hear you mutter. And you’d be right.
There was a live band there entertaining us all. And you’d be right, there’s nothing much wrong with that either.
Until I saw that it was actually ‘Bandeoke’ … we, could be the entertainment!
Given that I have managed to avoid karaoke for all of my life I felt fairly sure this was not going to be a game changing evening.
However, the party was for one of our Wokingham Fit Camp clients, and so I thought it would be fun (as you do) to do a stint on the mic with a group of us – call it safety in numbers.
So I rallied some reluctant ladies to join me and we belted out Teenage Dirtbag in a blaze of glory!
Yay! Mission accomplished.
Or was it?
I soon found myself looking at the song list again, I started to feel sorry for the lady from the band trying to rally more people up to the mic and I sowed the seed of wondering whether I’d go up again on my own.
As I was pondering (and sipping only soda and lime I hasten to add, this was not an alcohol fuelled decision) I looked around me at all the clients who I encourage to do new stuff, scary stuff and exciting stuff, and I thought that if I couldn’t do that for me I couldn’t ask them to do it either.
So, song chosen and submitted I waited to be called.
I took the mic, up came the words and the music started.
I belted out a unique version of the Blondie hit One Way or Another with some attitude. And I soon realised that the band behind me was so damn loud that I couldn’t hear me. The audience could hear me, poor souls, but I was clueless as to what it sounded like and it didn’t matter one bit!
I was having such a great time that it made me realise that in future when I think about worrying what others think, I am going to put myself back at that party, with that mic and singing my heart out, because right there at that moment it didn’t matter – because I didn’t know how I sounded, all I know was that I was doing what I wanted to and it was fun!
Incidentally, I’ve had a clip of me on video sent to me. I’ve decided not to look at it. I want my memory of it to be a good one, not picked apart by my critical brain telling me how bad it was.
Since Saturday I’ve taken a new approach to each day. I try to find something that is uncomfortable and challenging.
So far I have presented on a topic outside of my area of expertise, presented myself in a networking event in a different-not-like-me way and stood my ground on an area of principle where I would normally have caved in.
I tell you, karaoke is the medicine of confidence and I encourage you all to give it a go!
(Don’t go clicking…it’s merely a screenshot of me in action – Debbie Harry style!)
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