I’m not good at presentations. But I want to get better.
This week I have two in work.
One I volunteered for, one I did not.
I prepared my presentation and wrote out my notes. I read my presentation to myself. I felt happy. I felt like I knew which words to say, and in what order. I didn’t see how it could go wrong.
But it did.
One minute in and I spat onto my chin.
Five minutes in my partner walked past in his boxer shorts (I told him I was presentating).
Six minutes in and my panic made my ears ring.
I wanted to stop. Restart. I wanted the words swilling around in my head to leave my mouth.
The urge to give up becomes overwhelming. I love writing, and I find it so easy for my ideas to flow on a page. It feels so incredibly sad that I can’t vocalise these words.
But I’ll try again tomorrow.