Live is really just one big dance. Sometimes I convince myself that if I can not do the perfect pirouette or don't have the nicest leotard then there is no point in even showing up to the recital. But our life isn't just the recital, the solo, the highlight reel. It's the behind the scenes, the long hours of sweat and practice. I am not going to watch my life dance on without me, I am going to jump full force into the unknown choreography, under prepared. Don't wait for three thousand dance lessons to pass, be unready and afraid and do it anyway. Because if I wait until I'm ready, if I wait until my new tap shoes arrive in the mail, I will have missed it. I will have missed this present moment, the only moment that truly breathes. Be patient with yourself, allow yourself to slip and trip, don't wait for perfection to arrive. It is never too late or too early. Make the choice to get up, strap on your dorky outdated chunky sketchers and get dancing. No one can do it quite like you and no one can do it for you. Don't do if for the applause, do it for your soul that craves a genuine life full of jumping and leaping and doing the Macarena. Do it for the Lord who created you to live big. I am going to live this one precious little life fully. I am going to dance my butt off.