I recently said to a group of friends that "We're too old to care, but still young enough to not be creepy." What were we doing? Starting a dance party at a bar where no one else was dancing. Yes, my moves are slick as hell and no, my hips don't lie.
That's basically how I'm trying to live my life these days: awkward, flailing about, and laughing about it. Self-aware and unashamed.
By the end of the night, half of the bar was dancing.
Continually working to become a better version of myself.
However, unlike Matthew McConaughey's most-awkward-Oscar's-acceptance-speech-ever, I don't view the future version of myself as the ultimate "hero" to chase after. Haven't seen it? Watch it and prepare to be uncomfortable.
Watching videos of Ellen scaring people for long periods of time.
Explaining white privilege to people who like to talk about reverse racism.
"Pinky: Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?
Brain: The same thing we do every night, Pinky - try to take over the world!"
You don't mind the idea of dancing awkwardly in the center of a crowded room or having honest, thoughtful dialogue about the world.