Nothing much ever happens at my house. This is the price you pay for living in a small town. It is a very dull life. This weekend was a tiny exception.
My little girl had her first dance. That's her in the picture in purple. It wasn't a real dance, but it was still a dance. They even had a dj. The funny part is that they actually practiced some of the dances in music class. They learned YMCA, the electric slide, and they even got me up to do the Chicken Dance. Wasn't that a blast from the past?! It was so cute to see all of her friends dancing and jumping around. Nobody knew what they were doing, and they didn't care.
It reminded me of going into business for yourself. You don't really know what you're doing. You don't really care. You're doing something for yourself. Taking a leap of faith. You'll learn as you go. The important part is that you're having fun and doing something that you love. It's not about making a ton of money. That'll come later. It's about the thrill of a new adventure. Like seeing the world again for the first time.