My legs shook as I stood in front of the others in my 6th grade class to deliver a mandatory speech, every bit as hard as they shook the first time I stepped onto the high diving board at a swimming pool in West Des Moines.
The sheer terror of being in front of an audience somehow evolved – slowly, so slowly – into nervous excitement at the prospect of talking about something I love to do. The debilitating fear of heights is now a healthy respect for the law of gravity that keeps me a safe distance from sheer mountain cliffs and other high places.
Lately I’ve found myself actually going out of my way to get in front of people as an author, to do some readings and even sell and sign a few books. Three more events scheduled! Details sometime soon.
I’m surprised at how much fun it can be.
How about you? Are you comfortable in front of an audience or not so much?
You would think that a guy like me, having been a white guy for, let’s say, 40+* years, would know a lot about being a white guy. You would probably be right.
Still, it is good to learn more. One huge new thing that I have learned in the past several years has been reinforced many times over through reading the work of writers who are nothing like me and have strong feelings about white guys. This example caught my attention just this morning.
The thing: Sometimes it’s best to shut up and listen.
If you care, you can learn why people feel the way they do about white guys.