Out of my comfort zone

I am always a little hesitant. To open up, to speak, to share. Especially in front of people. As in, in person. I hide behind words. Not my own mind you, more often than not someone else’s. There’s a wave of panic that hits me in conversation when someone asks me a question. They listen all too intently for my reply. But I’m supposed to be the listener.  I keep me in a box and sealed in bubble wrap. So understand me when I say this is out of my comfort zone.

I’d like to think I have something to say.

This is what it’s like to do something you’ve never done before. To take a leap into the great unknown.

To tell the world a story.

In my own words.