When I joined Toastmasters 4 years ago and had to prepare for my very first speech, I would practice out loud while driving. I would record myself, listen, and improve until I had memorized the speech while perfecting the pitch and momentary pauses.
It must have stuck. And I’m glad.
On my half hour drive to work this morning, I engaged in a soliloquy to an audience of one. I spoke out every word, in between the ums and the ahs. Emracing the tears and discomfort that came with each painful memory.
Realizing that once again… everything requires time to practice, ponder, and let settle before repeating the spin cycle.
The sun is up, and the day begins anew.
I draw a smile on my face.
I step into the world. Lingering thoughts march themselves back into the box in an orderly fashion.