I signed up for some new things this year. I am going to be teaching an introductory course in public speaking at our local state university. Crazy! But it is always something I have wanted to try so when they saught me out, I had to say yes. Of course, I am a bit scared. Not in the "Oh shit, what am I doing?" sort of scared, but more in the low grade, fear-of-the-unknown scared. The content bothers me none. Monroe's motivated sequence is as motivating as it was 10 years ago. 18 year olds are still 18 albeit with more technology. What I am happy about is that public speaking is pretty raw and you cannot hide behind much of anything. A gadget will not save you- of this I am certain.
So...I will instill confidence through the espousal of preparation and practice, practice, practice, and heed my own advice starting....tomorrow.
It's my birthday and I am going to live it up by eating a carbohydrate and cleaning. Both are things I do not do on a regular basis and I always want my birthday to feel different than a usual day.
I love birthdays- mine or anyone elses. Again, I know some people just kind of roll their eyes but to me, I need more than stacks of normal days on end. That is why I am constantly on the look out for any little thing to kick my days up a notch. I will take a smarmy holiday, a pretty sunset, or a unexpected kind gesture as the hint to amplify if I can.
On this birthday, my 43rd, I want to cry because I am just so-out-of-this- world blesssed and that crazy girl you see grinning is me...wondering about the challenges she will take on this year with a fervor and committment that seems newly-found yet long-brewing at the same time.
