Rule No.97 - If you're not in the parade, you watch the parade. That's life.

It really is that simple. It's a conscious choice. Be involved in the parade where you risk getting sun burnt, rained on, knocked off the float or having a wardrobe malfunction, or you could just watch the parade go by right in front of you and when you look again, you still in the same place.

Sure, by joining the parade the risk of something going wrong is so much higher, but it's so much more exciting. So you have to weigh it up. Do you want to be safe in your little section on the side of the road, or do you want to get involved and have some fun, and maybe fall down, but then learn how to get back up onto your feet again?

There is nothing wrong with you if you choose to watch, but if I can ask you, just once, to grab a costume and a some feathers and give the parade a bash. If you hate it, I promise I will still wave to you from the float as we go by next time because I will know that you at least tried. ;)

Comments

Gee said…

Mardi Gras!! Love the post ! But I gotta say, there needs to be some balance. Jumping up and down on the float, moving to dance next to them! Running off into the pub you passing and getting back out joining another float! Doesnt matter where you are as long as you PARTICIPATE!

8 May 2012 at 12:44

Suze said…

You have a very valid point Gee. There should be a balance, and even if you are just watching the parade, at least get involved with cheering or throwing beads or something! ;)

9 May 2012 at 20:36

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