My stomach already has butterflies just thinking about it.
Anyone who knows me, knows my fear of public speaking... deep-rooted, overwhelming, sweaty-palmed, knock-kneed fear... and they know that I'm freaking out right now.
The range of emotions of being asked to speak somewhere is complex: flattery, excitement, dread, fear, relief.
The Women in Photojournalism conference is exactly one month away -- and I've officially entered into dread. I feel so inadequate these days and so uninspired. And I'm struggling with the why of it all.
Why me?
Why now?
Why do I feel like I have nothing to contribute to the world?
Why do I do this to myself?
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