I am afraid of poor delivery, of my words, of myself. I dread another year as a background character, just another face passed by in the halls. I want a blunt and interesting presence.
So many people around me have preconceived notions, expectations, and judgments about who I am. It’s easy to tell yourself to ignore everyone else’s opinions, but the execution is the difficult part.
I want to assert a new identity. I want to stop being afraid. I seem to want a lot, but I never really make anything happen. ♦