When I was selected to be part of a 'speaking stories' event, I was one-of-the-five who hadn't performed professionally. We had access to a couple sessions with a wonderful acting coach, and I realized what an amateur I was. I picked up the technique fairly quick, but emotionally chocked in rehearsal once my bio was spoken over a music choice. I couldn't live with myself if bailed so I showed up. Although my heart raced and I feared I would fall flat, I didn't. After two paragraphs in the 10-minutes I read in front of sixty people, something came through me and it was as if I'd been doing it my whole life. Sharing my truth spiced with harmless sarcasm was meaningful, and I feel I'm creating something positive on the other side of a brutal journey. From the reaction I received, it was gratifying to know I achieved what I had hoped. Many had their own relatable experience with cancer either personally, or through family and friends so my words resonated and brought comfort. Human beings have been telling stories since ancient times for good reason.
Keep on swimming through life,