You know what I love? Putting myself out there. My SELF all the way out there for all to see, dirty corners and uneven seams twisting in the wind for all to examine and pass judgment on.
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.
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I did not receive a standing ovation or the awed silence of my dreams.
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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
Peace out,
~gregorific
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
Peace out,
~gregorific
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