Well, here I am and it isn’t even 7am. I am up and it is my day off.
I have a public speaking engagement…Ugh!
Why did I agree to this?
What do I wear?
What was I thinking?
Seven minutes seemed such a short time…it ISN”T!!!
Will my voice crack like a 12 year old boys?
How do I sum up the last 3 years?
What is my role as the Interact Club Adviser?
It takes on so many paths that I may sound like I am rambling (which I do well) and jumping all over the place like a frightened bunny trying to find a place to hide from the fox and the hound.
I can’t seem to organize my thoughts. hahahaha…the filing cabinet I call a brain has papers and remnants of days gone by all jammed in there waiting for a drawer to fly open.
I don’t want to embarrass the Rotary Adviser, she has such confidence in me. What was SHE thinking? Doesn’t she know I ramble and ramble and ramble and find tangents in a straight line?
Will what I say make a difference?
Will anyone care? I can’t remember the fun stories…I am drawing a blank! Stage fright at its finest. I feel like I am in the dream where I will get up to speak and find I am naked. I feel naked!
There are so many people attending that they changed the venue. EEEEEK!
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…where is “The Little Engine that Could” book when I need it? (okay, so I probably could recite it by heart)
Taking a deep breath (deeper, no deeper, a little deeper) Do NOT hyperventilate! I am not giving birth…just speaking to a group of Rotarians who are, by nature, supportive and kind.
I can do this…
I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.