And Passing Through the Night, We Will Reach the Morning
My first waking thought this morning: "There's a brown bear cub in bed with me." And I was thinking besides the three teddy bears. My second thought: "What do I do with it?" Then I actually woke up and realized that there, in fact, was not a brown bear cub.
Tomorrow I expose the one of the most private, and probably one of the strangest, parts of myself to the figurative public. Nervous? Not really. It seems like the culmination of a long buildup of courage and desire to share--a decision I've been making for a long time. And we know those slow, build-uppy changes are the kind I'm best at swallowing. :) And it's just a presentation; there's not even a grade on the line. My theatre training has given me quite enough courage to know that I can do this. It's not that big of a deal at all.
If you're not going to be there to watch, I hope you'll wish me luck. Prayer would be nice, too.
And now, I'm going to sleep. Because I'll want at least some of that.
Tomorrow I expose the one of the most private, and probably one of the strangest, parts of myself to the figurative public. Nervous? Not really. It seems like the culmination of a long buildup of courage and desire to share--a decision I've been making for a long time. And we know those slow, build-uppy changes are the kind I'm best at swallowing. :) And it's just a presentation; there's not even a grade on the line. My theatre training has given me quite enough courage to know that I can do this. It's not that big of a deal at all.
If you're not going to be there to watch, I hope you'll wish me luck. Prayer would be nice, too.
And now, I'm going to sleep. Because I'll want at least some of that.