Sometimes doing what we hate most becomes what we enjoy doing the most. Note I said sometimes. I performed the duty of Table Topics Master last night for my Toastmasters club. What that means is I gather some information on an agreed upon topic then tack some impromptu questions with it for the members to answer.
What I noted most was I could actually breathe when all I had to do was read something I pulled from the Internet. Not bad. I actually glanced around the room a few times like I did this all the time. A pro. Okay, not a pro, but someone who is learning a new skill. Just like I always am with writing.
I cring with horror when I go back and read something I wrote a year ago--no--a month ago! And I call myself a writer? But I read the magazines, the writers' blogs, and accept my rejections with the grain of salt. After all, writing takes practice and more practice. Just like learning to give a relaxed speech. But I'm getting there.
I'm working on a speech for next week entitled "Do You you Believe in Miracles?" I do, and I don't have to look at the picture of my new grandson to remind me. I've been the recipient of quite a few in my lifetime--but that's another story.