Y
es, yes, yes.

So what if this happens to be the same person whose old self, as in her self of a week or so ago, was a shy introvert who would take an F in school rather than have to speak in class and would literally walk off in the middle of a story if she realized that more than one person was listening to (and looking at – eek!) her at the same time.

Yes – to whole bunches of things designed to take me
straight out of my nice, warm comfy zone.   [continue reading…]

I
‘m standing in the wings.

Waiting
for my turn to go on.   [continue reading…]