I had to speak in church today and I survived.
I was given the assignment about 3 weeks ago, but chose to ignore it - hoping that it might go away.
It didn't.
I even went to church hoping that somehow (yes, I had prepared a talk) my name might just not appear on the program.
It was there.
It didn't.
I even went to church hoping that somehow (yes, I had prepared a talk) my name might just not appear on the program.
It was there.
I sat up on the stand shaking and reminding myself to breathe in and out.
When it came my turn, I stood up and delivered my message.
And then I sat down.
Phew!
It was over!
When it came my turn, I stood up and delivered my message.
And then I sat down.
Phew!
It was over!
No tears and I didn't make my husband stand beside me and hold my hand.
Though I really wanted him to.
Though I really wanted him to.
Does this mean I'm a grown-up now?
Nah.
1 comment:
Way to go Julee! I bet you did awesome. I know that giving talks always make you so nervous. I am glad that you survived.
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