Comfort Zone - Part 2

Here's a subject so far out of my comfort zone I don't even like talking about it as it makes me feel ill.

P*bl*c Sp*@king.

This is a theraputic post.

I know I'm not alone in this but I also know I suffer worse than anyone else I know, except maybe one person who shall remain nameless.

P.S. (Public Speaking) = feeling sick from the moment I think I may have to do it to the day after I've done it.

P.S. = Wanting to quit my job or take a pill that puts me to sleep forever so I never have to face tomorrow.

Last week I did some P.S.ing. It felt unavoidable. I think God is clever about how he moves us though our fears. I was given the option of doing a talk about my trip to Cambodia with the hope of raising money for the project. Basically I would have felt ashamed if I had not taken the opportunity because I was a scaredy pants.

So I did it, there were about 100 people, I hated every minute of it and sounded like a strangled cat. BUT I raised plenty of money and awareness for the cause - worthy of the stress I thought.

Today I get an email from someone who mentioned they have booked me in for 2 more sessions! Oh my goodness. So now I'm back to square one again...and I said yes because let's face it, life's too short and maybe it won't be so bad next time.