Thank goodness the NBA lockout is over! This makes me especially happy for two reasons: First, as an avid sports enthusiast, I need a new team to cheer for since my Chicago Bears are pretty much done for the season. But, more importantly, I am scheduled to participate in the Halftime Show at a Dallas Mavericks game next month!
"Are there going to be short skirts and pom poms involved?" asked one of my closest male pals. "Oh ... my dear, sweet, delusional friend -- that ship has already sailed," I replied. Actually, he's not too far off. Instead, I'm joining some of my fellow Jazzercisers from the Dallas area in performing a 3-minute choreographed Jazzercise routine. "Are you excited?" my friend asked. "Are you kidding? I’m just praying I can stay vertical until the end of the performance!" I nervously replied.
What would YOU do if you knew you could not fail? We’ve all heard that saying before. But, think about it. Fear of failure is probably one of the biggest reasons why we play it safe. It's also one of the primary reasons we take a back seat to realizing our fullest potential. For me, 2011 has been a year of many changes, both personally and professionally. I’ve had to make a lot of uncomfortable decisions and take some scary risks. I've chartered unfamiliar territories -- from pursuing unique networking opportunities, to joining newly discovered professional and social organizations, to regularly serving dinner to the needy at a local charity. And, since joining ActiveRain, I am now a real live blogger! Basically, I am a huge believer in the following theory: If you are proactive in your life in persistent and positive ways -- the Universe will most certainly return the favor.
So, perhaps someone who needs a real estate professional will see me on the giant Jumbotron and want to get in touch with me? I doubt it. Unlike Lana Turner, who was allegedly discovered sitting on a fountain stool at Schwab’s Drug Store, I’m not planning on getting discovered at a Mavericks game. Nor am I planning on making any new business contacts. I will, however, have a great story to tell all my friends and family – and a renewed sense of accomplishment to go along with the exciting memories that will surely last a lifetime!
Recently, I was sharing my Halftime Show plans with my 13-year-old niece. "What if I mess up and forget my steps?" I asked her. "So what, Aunt Carie! Who cares if you mess up as long as you have fun!" she replied. What?? When did my 13-year-old niece get to be so smart? More importantly, when did I lose sight of such a valuable lesson?
