Well, I'm feeling a little jittery today. I've got a full schedule. I'm not used to these full busy days. I'm pleased with myself that I'm doing it - I'm managing - I'm working through the jitteriness.
Today happens to include a funeral. I've been asked by my dear friend to speak at the funeral. Her mom passed away at the beautiful age of 92. I hear she was listening to Perry Como while she passed - he was one of her favorites.
So I'm a chitty chatterer, but I do get nervous standing in front of people and speaking. And this will be a special occasion with a coffin right behind me and grieved faces in front of me.
I'm taking a lot of deep breaths. I've written, what I think, is a beautiful tribute - now I just want to keep breathing in confidence, clarity, calm and communication.
I did a podcast this morning.
I'm so glad I was asked to do this speech. I hope my words soothe, bring some humor, and fill the room with a lot of love. That's the goal. I'm also bringing me. You gotta do you. I gotta do me. It's the only way.
So me? I've got a lot of parts. They all talk. I can listen to all. Even the ones that are nervous or feeling a little scared.
I described this feeling I get when I'm getting all tangled, negative, spiraling down - just getting angry. I don't like wearing turtlenecks. They feel tight, constricting, annoying and I get all hot. So why would I put one on? I don't. I don't buy them. I don't wear them. So...why do I want to entertain all those kind of thoughts for too long either. Too tight!
It's ok to feel and think. I don't think I'll ever stop. But when I get a hold of a thought that feels like a turtleneck - well now that I'm actually getting "into me" - I say - wait! This doesn't fit. I need to take this off now!
All right - I use a lot of metaphors when I write. That's my jazz. It helps me to put the thoughts that I want to share with you into words.
Thanks for being here, you guys. As much as I hope I help you in some way; you certainly help me.