Give me a microphone and I will stand in front of a large crowd of people and belt out a song.
Give me a microphone and tell me to SPEAK to a large crowd...? That is "Fear Factor" level for me. I've always known this.
Today I experienced a new fear that took me by surprise.
For work I was assigned to write an article for a publication. It's been looming over me for 2 weeks now. It HAS to be finished by Wednesday. No if-ands-or-buts about it.
Some of you may laugh at this next statement, but writing is not something I have ever enjoyed doing. I write in my journal, and I write on this blog....But for any topics other than that.....I'm pretty much less than adequate.
I don't consider myself to be a good writer. I know I probably write, even on this blog, in such a way that drives people crazy.....Especially with all my "..." and such.
So today as I turned in my 1st (VERY ROUGH) draft to another coworker to get some help/insight/rescuing, my eyes welled up. Yes. I cried over a freaking paper! And not the first time, either. (Ask my parents, or my English teachers, Mr Phillips or Mrs. Evans/Davis.)The longer I am at this job in Florida, the more I realize how UNPROFESSIONAL I am. (Tears....really, Minda?!?!) The more I LOVE my job, but I am certainly learning more about myself than I ever wanted to know.
There's something to be said, though, about facing our fears, right?
If this is true, someone, please tell me what it is that is to be said.