Ever thought to yourself mid really high pitch note that you know your voice can’t reach in the car ‘What if people see me? I’ll look like a dick!’
Well, I’m going to push the envelope and say ‘so what….’ Hit that high note with all you’ve got, drum those fingers on the steering wheel, and bob your head like an A class Muppet. Who cares if you look like an excitable Jack Russell on heat? What matters is that you’re having a good time.
Likewise if you’re the finger pointer or over-exuberant clapper on the dance floor at 2am. Does it feel right to do it at the time? Perfect. Is it fuelled by alcohol? Even better.
You see, I’ve come to the conclusion that if you sing – do it loud. If you dance – go hard and put some flair into it. Life isn’t a half-assed affair, so why should your guilty pleasure of uncontrollable song and dance be?