One Sunday, Father’s Day, I was assigned to speak at my church. It’s not the first time, but it was certainly the most scary.
I felt this enormous amount of pressure to be brilliant. Three reasons why:
1, It’s Father’s Day and you have to have an epic meeting on Father’s Day, right?
2, I had this feeling that everyone expected brilliance because, “well, she is a writer.”
3, I expected to be able to at least write a good 15 minute talk because, “well, I am a writer.”
Well, after hours of stressing, everything went fine. My talk certainly wasn’t epic or brilliant, but I at least spoke coherently. And I didn’t trip on my way up. Anyway, now its over, and I won’t have to speak for a nice, long time.