I hate public speaking. I mean, how much anxiety-diarrhea can one girl have? (I lost two pounds, thanks for asking!) I had to speak at a meeting last night and in case I haven’t told you before, I write better than I talk.
The hours leading up to it, I was so nervous that I was twitching. I was restlessly bouncing around like it was happy hour and I’d been knocking back Red Bulls.
By the time it was my turn to get up there, I had psyched myself up with an opening line that got them laughing (I mean, I think they laughed. It’s all kind of fuzzy now.) But it got worse and worse the longer I stood up there. By the end of it I was standing with my legs crossed, hands in my back pockets, saying “Umm” a lot and wanting to crawl under the table in front of me.
So today is a better day. The house is empty while Chris takes the kids to Co-Op this morning and at noon today my magic carriage will arrive to whisk me away to the Women Of Faith conference for the weekend.
A weekend filled with shopping, eating, laughing, probably crying, and would I be Gayle if I didn’t say CHOCOLATE?
So I’ll start hitting the tough questions next week. Are you getting bored with those yet?