Step Out

First thing’s first: If you ever just wanna feel awesome, sit back and hit play on José González.

Ehh, scratch that.

First, you definitely need to watch “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”. Then indulge in José.

Both are so underrated it’s borderline criminal.

As for the actual purpose of this Monday eve’s installment, I am very much outside of my comfort zone.

I did a thing that scared the absolute sh*t out of me. A thing I definitely wouldn’t have done a year ago—heck, probably not even five months ago? And had you told me then that I’d be doing this thing on a random Thursday in February, I’d have laughed in your face.

(Not because I’d have anything better to do, mind you. But because the act itself is ludicrous.)

I’m not talking about killing a spider in your bathroom or driving alongside a semi for more than a few miles. (Though those are pretty terrifying.) I’m talking about something so uncharacteristically you, you’re completely incapable of convincing yourself to do it and have to enlist the help of your closest friends to put on your big girl pants and JUST DO IT.

I made a YouTube video for a contest.

It’s nothing fancy, I promise. And the contest itself doesn’t need much explaining.

Elizabeth Banks and the amazing ladies at WhoHaha are giving five comedy lovers the chance to participate in a digital content lab as a sort of promotion for “Pitch Perfect 3”.

I learned about this in early January and did not do a damn thing about it until three days before it was due.

If you know me at all, this is not a surprise.

What is a surprise is that I sat down on my bedroom floor, hit record and talked about nothing for over an hour, praying I’d come away with 90 usable seconds.

Technically, I could have submitted five different videos, all 90 seconds in length. I made the mistake of perusing other entries and realized a good chunk of participants went that route.

But here’s the thing… I dig simple. And am definitely not a YouTuber. (You’d never know from the quality of that vid though, would ya?)

I figured if I was gonna do this thing, I’d do it in the most me way possible.*

So I thought about the kind of content I like—quick, witty, timely—and applied it to my weird life. Whether or not it translated is up for debate.

But I knew I’d regret not doing it.

So here we are. My stuff is on YouTube, at the mercy of Miss Banks and her posse’s opinion of good content. I’m definitely not holding my breath—search #GoPitchYourself to see all of the amazing vids—but what did I have to lose?

I think that’s gonna be my new mantra (now that “fake it ’til you make it” has pretty much run its course).

What do I have to lose?

I think we’d all be surprised by how often that answer is not a gosh darn thing.


Title Credit: José González


*The last half of that sentence is weird but I can’t figure out how to fix it, probably because it’s Monday. I’m over it if you are.

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