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"Dare to suck"

A little while ago Carrie make a video about daring to suck. This is something that I have been trying to do more - I've been trying to do things and put myself out there that scare me.

Firstly, I applied for Head Girl at school. Talking in front of people is something that really scares me, so I decided to apply for the role where I would be put in that exact situation many times. Equally, singing songs in front of people is something that is terrifying too so what did I do? I sang a song, recorded it with my webcam last night and posted it on youtube.

I know I'm not the most eloquent singer, writer, speaker. But those are things that I want to do, want to get better at. For that reason I'm trying to write things, speak more, post things on youtube more (and sometimes face scrutiny).

I don't want people to think I'm attention seeking because people should push to do things that scare them, conquer their fears and all that, shouldn't they?

I'm going to France in three week so be expecting videos before then. :-)

Keep smiling and DFTBA!

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