Until I hit my mid-thirties, I was a tongue-tied book nerd. In high school, I was an athlete and ‘performing’ in public at track meets and such wasn’t an issue, because I was in my zone doing what I was really good at. For two years, I was colour guard captain for our drum corps and whipped a 10 pound decommissioned wooden rifle into the air doing tricks with five other young women as we marched to blaring horns and pounding drums down the hot asphalt streets of small towns in Ontario and the northern U.S. At university for some reason, I joined the drama club. I remember one time, in some forgettable play we staged in Burton Auditorium, I had to recite my…
Categories: Argument
Tagged: confidence, finding yourself, memories, stage fright
