Tonight I am doing a reading with my writing workshop at the Eagle Rock Center for the Arts, and I have been looking forward to it for several weeks. I was so excited about sharing my work with people I didn’t know, and thrilled to find out that the Pasadena Weekly is going to be coming.
But I woke up this morning with this nasty black scarf of anxiety clinging to my neck. I am terrified that I picked the wrong piece of work to read and worried that I am going to shake a little bit or screw-up the words when I talk.
I want to do a good job. I want to read something that will connect with people. But I’m afraid the selection I have chosen about my mom and me is far from anything anyone could connect with. Do I come across as arrogant or childish or selfish or bratty? Is there some sense of closure? Or will anyone want to read more of it? I still have a lot of re-working to do today, and I am pretty sure I may just end up changing pieces all together, but I’m worried it won’t be enough, or it won’t matter.
I just want tonight to be a good night.
A good, good night.
1 comment:
Breathe, lady. You'll be fine. You've worked hard for this piece. Walk in that room KNOWING people are going to love it.
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