No, I don’t.
So tonight was my first live reading and I survived it. When asked how it went my reply was thus:
I did not pee myself and run out of the room hyperventilating.
I did not receive a standing ovation or the awed silence of my dreams.
It went okay.
Which I count as a success! Because I survived putting myself out there and twisting away and then acting like it’s normal and fine to do just that. I should add that I was completely prepared for any eventuality.
To be safe: I doubled up on undergarments (yes, I went there). I wore black so my sweat would not be overly noticeable (I swore off 'real' deodorant last year). I wore flats so I wouldn’t trip. I pulled my hair back so I wouldn’t hide behind it like I used to in high school when I had a huge zit. I ate very little to avoid other indelicate issues- known to crop up at the worst times. And best of all…I invited no one.
No witnesses? It never happened. Unless I say it did. And here I am fessing up. I put myself out there. I survived. And I challenge you to do the same. Risk it!
Here’s a quote in honor of twisting in the wind:
Worry ducks when purpose flies overhead. ~Terri Guillemets