October 03, 2003

Waiting in the Wings

The stage is empty. My head is full, waiting to be spilled out for the crowd.

Each time a story teller concludes, and Geoff calls someone else, I think to myself, "Whew! I'm glad I'm not trying to follow THAT act." The feeling only gets worse because each story seems more compelling than the one before.

Hearing these people tell their stories, and getting ready to share mine, I feel like I'm making new friends. I certainly am learning more about them than I would sharing chit-chat at a cocktail (or, who am I kidding, keg) party. I'd really like to stay in touch with a lot of them.

I'm waiting, ready to go on stage. The adrenaline rush screams "Go!" but the list says "Wait."

I'm going to tell my story. Not on the web, in the flesh. The best way.

Posted by wasylik at October 3, 2003 11:18 PM | TrackBack
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