I did it knowing that I critique and criticize my voice, my hair, my face, my wrinkly forehead, my squinty eyes, my cheeks, the way I move my mouth when I speak, the words I stumble over trying to seem like I'm not scared out of my mind.
And I'm posting it anyway. Because Five for Ten is over and I've learned so much about courage and happiness and memory and lust and yes. I feel so blessed to have been a part this second round. And I'm ready for Conalom (Momalonf? Party5410?).
Why do I feel like if I can do this, I can do anything?
You know what would be wonderful? If we all made a 5 for 10 vlog. At least then I'd feel less ... naked.