The first wobbly step outside of my comfort zone has been taken - not just reading my words in front of a group of people that I know, but reading in front of one of my adopted mentors in writing...
It always takes me off guard when my physical reactions are completely out of sync with my emotional status - take, for instance, the heart of mine that began to pound against the walls of my chest in excitement and panic and no small element of “what the fuck are you doing on stage in a fur coat right now?!”
But, like I know would be,
I was proud as shit of myself, and inspired.
|my one picture from that night|
|Me mid-sentence: taken by GM Palmer|
|my friend Alex: taken by GM Palmer|