Most people who know me would say I am a fairly confident and extroverted person. This might be true but for years I have dreaded anything even remotely similar to public speaking. I once had to address a group of classmates and explain the influence that reality television has on the youth. Fairly confident and nonchalant I prepared my notes informing my fellow group members that I am the perfect candidate to engage with the public. I was wrong! As soon as I got onto the stage and uttered my first few words I saw all those miserable (I pride myself in believing they’re misery was caused by the fact that it was a late Friday class) faces judging me. Then something happened. Unexpectedly my hands started to shake. The more I would try to control the vibration in my limbs, the more I would mess up the next line, which then leads to more vibrating. This cruel circle then continued for another few minutes.
I completely and utterly hate fear. Fear is my kryptonite (this is the fictional and only element used to defeat the undefeatable Super-Man). I have so many aspirations, dreams and goals set out for myself and all of them waiting to be accomplished. This would only happen if I can overlook this suffocating sense of fear. The truth is I would love to be part of a radio station. Being a radio journalist, news reader or even a radio DJ is a job I would absolutely love to pursue thus the uncontrollable panic I have when I think about the practical exam luring behind tomorrow’s To-Do’s.
All of this said, I take pleasure in looking back at many obstacles (and boy I had plenty) I feared before but have overcome and even now, taken for granted. Still, I get butterflies only thinking of my total embarrassment tomorrow.
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