Rather than “confident”. Because I’m actually pretty confident in myself these days. I don’t take risks, so much, and I don’t generally do things that scare me.
I did tonight, though. This dear and lovely and evil friend of mine has been dragooning me for the last several weeks when we’ve encountered each other (usually after a couple of drinks) and trying to talk me into auditioning for a play at the local community theatre. I haven’t been on a stage since 1991, and I wasn’t really very good then, and I’m definitely kind of shy about getting up in front of people and, well, talking and stuff. But this friend kind of talked me into it.
So I showed up (it was kind of dicey whether I’d find a sufficiently palatable excuse for myself not to do so, but I didn’t), read the monologue they’d selected for the role of Hal in “Proof”, and then ran lines with a potential Christine they paired me with, and then we went in together and read the scene. And then I got sent home, because I suspect I sucked. But I did it, and while I was kind of bummed about getting voted off the island so early, I’m glad I did it. It was fun, as it turned out. And it also scared me, but I did it anyway, and that’s even better. So. Bravery, confidence, that stuff.
I may have to cross-post this in the “having adventures” goal. We shall see. But it was a good thing. I need to do more stuff like this. Yay.
