By letting fear dictate the pace, each day that passes keeps counting, until all the shoulda, woulda, coulda’s pops out of the woodwork sometime in the future to taunt you and the worst regret ever, is the regret of not trying at all, than trying and failing.
Part of my aspirations is to be a lifestyle coach and this will probably involve standing in front of a crowd to speak.
Except I want to dump my dreams and stay by the sidelines to watch, I will simply have to step up to the podium.
The people that I will be talking to are fellow humans like me and okay maybe a handful of grumpy aliens tossed into the mix, but hey, if I can’t speak now to fellow humans then when and to who? I might get nervous the first time or so, but after the baptism of fire, I will rock it as much as I possibly can.
Where are the black socks and the microphone?
Let’s get this ball rolling.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Black Socks.
Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?