Me and My Big Mouth

[britphile7]

I hate speaking.

I love writing.  I love singing.

I hate speaking.  Public speaking, that is.  Can't speak to save my life.  I get tongue-tied.  I am the proverbial deer-in-the-headlights.  Or, more like Goofy-in-the-headlights.

So why did I have to open my big mouth and tell my boss that I die a thousand deaths every time he makes me get up and do

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[15lbpurebunny]

Oh, I was thinking about this the other day and I have one word for you. Aversion Therapy.

Yeah, that's two, but you get my drift. You'll be giving yourself your own free aversion therapy by doing this. Seriously.

See, even if you are really freaked by this whole ordeal and you don't like what happens, you WILL make it through. And, if you decide to keep trying, it will NEVER be as bad as the first time. The anticipation will be tempered with the fact that you made it through this and it softens the anxiety in the future.
That alone might be a reason for doing this, in my book. And, how cool is it that someone like your boss is behind you like that?

Believe me, I know how spun out I can get about things I don't want to do or tell myself I'm no good at.

But, the older I get, the more I realize that nearly every time I do the "what if" game, it always comes out so much better than my brain is telling me it will. There have only been one or two times in my entire life that my dread actually matched an actual experience.

And, experience breeds confidence. I say, CHARGE, WINTERS!

[britphile7]

Thank you for the encouragement.

PB, I don't know why I have such a hangup with speaking. Especially in front of these people. In this situation, I think it's the fact that I know these people are the boss of MY boss that is intimidating the daylights outta me! I'm eating my lunch right now and losing my appetite just thinking about it. *gulp*

The older I get, I find I don't stress out about many things that used to stress me out when I was younger (e.g., whether people like me or not, whether my husband finds some other woman more attractive than me, etc.). But this is just one thing for me that doesn't seem to get better with age. Oh yeah - auditors would be the other thing.

So, aversion therapy, huh? How about AVOIDANCE therapy? No? Nothing? Ok. I hear what you're saying. And you sound just like my boss. LOL

Well, whatever happens, happens. I will just have to man-up, prep for it and psych myself up as best as I can. I'm sure it can't be any worse than the time I got up to sing and completely forgot not only the words but also the MELODY of the song! I mean, forgetting words are one thing, but forgetting the MELODY of the song? Who does THAT? (Apparently I do. LOL)