|Stage Fright by ChrissieCool on deviantART|
I used to be a major wallflower (no, social media experience doesn't count because, like any internet troll, I am still behind a screen), and apparently still am. Back in my Decathlon days, since one of the categories was Interview, it was
Where was I? Oh yeah, my slides were great (good enough), my enthusiasm for social media was great (without sounding like either a total geek or technocrat), and given the audience, I had enough analysis to not seem like a fraud (have I mentioned just how much I love analytics???), But by the end of my few minutes, I was sweating buckets. WTFruit???!!
So I changed my shirt, applied more deodorant, and headed into work. One presentation down, one to go. This would be so much easier if I could actually see my audience and gauge their interest, reactions, etc. I need body language. And the older I get, the less I need to hear myself talking into the void. The voices in my head do that enough (that's the insomnia speaking, probably).
And so, I leave you with this: