I am very disappointed in myself. Once a week the lovely Bread Loaf folks have an "open mic" for literary readings. And every single week, I am too terrified to read. Last week, a friend read one of my pieces for me. But it would be nice if I had the courage to read something myself--there have been requests. But I'm broken and even thinking about facing the group and reading makes my heart beat fast, faster, faster...and my courage flashes away.
Where can I find the courage? There is one Deep Hall reading left, and I would very much like to read something...
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Skipping self-consciously through rainy days
A View from the Trees
Where
- Willow
- Burlington, Vermont, United States
- Attempting to dance through life often confuses people into thinking that you are drunk.
Reading
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