My breath tightened in my chest, my stomach lurched, questions pummelled my entire being, I was about to step on stage. What was nagging at me like my old Yiddish grandmother?
I love and believe in the message and I’m a good public speaker, yet the fear that trembled through my body ripped me apart.
All I could think about was what if they see me for the fraud that I feel I am.Now, I was no fraud. Having spent decades working, 1000s of hours training, and even more than that living out the very words I was about to share, I knew that I could stand there and be present articulating the message the audience had come to hear.Read more on addicted2success.com