Public speaking.
It's probably the scariest thing I can imagine.
My heart pounds just thinking about it.
If I can help it, I avoid the spotlight at all costs.
I find comfort behind the camera...
...but I've come to realize that in order to grow I need to step out from behind it from time to time.
In order for anything to change in my life, I've got to do something different.
So with that in mind...
On Saturday afternoon I attended the Stoop Storytelling Workshop at The BIG Theater.
For anyone that knows me well, on a typical St Patrick's Day you'll find me nestled in a pub...so doing this was huge.
Out of approximately 36 attendees, I was the only male.
As anxious as I was walking in, by the time I left, I was comfortable and really glad that I went.
Telling stories to strangers is a truly vulnerable, yet rewarding experience.
Stories connect us.
Teller.
Listener.
Human interaction at the most basic level.
No apps.
No devices.
Truly powerful schtuff.
Something I need more of.
Something I need to be brave enough to do again.
Face my fear.
Shine my light.
