I’m driving to meet some women for karaoke. You know I cannot sing. At all. But I say, “yes,” to this kind of invitation precisely because I’m living with flair these days.
Everyone knows I can’t sing, but I can dance, and when Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” comes on (the song that began Live with Flair), my group sings while I put the microphone down and do the whole choreography.
Living with flair means that when the empty track plays, you don’t have to sing. You can put the microphone down and dance instead.
Journal: What can you do well?