When I wrote my monologue the first time, it was pretty weak. After some revision, I was feeling a lot better about what I was going to say. But I still knew how hard it was going to be for me to present. I have never been good at public speaking, particularly not with presentations. When I wing it, things go a lot better. Nevertheless, it’s difficult.
That said, I got up there and I did it. Not only did I present, but somehow in some magical bizarre world, my monologue actually got voted for next year’s Voices. I realize it was a fluke because Dmitriy’s awesome chicken nuggets thing didn’t get through, but it still felt nice.
The best part about the presentation was what it meant. This class and that presentation in particular made me realize that in spite of the mile-long amount of issues I have, I still get things done. Relative to others, I get very little done. I know that. But I shouldn’t care because when I realistically look at my life, I realize that I am actually very proud of how far I’ve gotten… even if I am years behind and have very far to go. Every mistake made is a lesson learned and everything accomplished is a reason to feel hopeful.
To conclude, here is a picture of my cat and I: