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Stepping Outside My Box

I had a great day.  My day has me walking on air.  It has me feeling euphoric.  It has me happy.  Today was an amazing day.

The work project I put my blood, sweat, tears and heart into graduated today. It's not a person, but, it was like my baby.  I've watched it grow.  I watched it mature.  Today, I watched it graduate.  And, it is pretty much valedictorian.  That made my day.

Then, I had to step outside my comfort zone.  I had to do something that I wasn't sure I would be able to do with any type of flair.  I am used to speaking in front of groups of people - when I am doing our testing process for new hire prospects, I have a twenty minute orientation and it's in front of about twelve people.  When I used to do POST classes, I would have groups to about twenty, but it was the same thing every time.

There is a national conference in town and I was scheduled to teach with my partner in the project.  I was the lead in the class.  It was a breakout session, thank goodness, not in front of everyone.  There were about thirty people there, maybe a little more or maybe a little less.  I walked in confident, I walked in secure, I walked in like I knew what I was doing.  That all worked until there was a microphone clipped on me.  I was not real confident or secure at that point.  I started out a little shaky - - BUT - - things got better.  I felt great when it was done.

It was just an awesome day, topped off by dinner with my guy and filling up with gas for $3.00 a gallon, when it's $3.49 every where else!!!!

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