The words Anxiety of Public Speaking doesn’t sound as scary as it is. The video is more accurate of how anxiety really feels.
When I stand up to speak this is me. I have an urge to run screaming as far from the danger zone.
You know the zone? The place where a person stands and 80+ eyes look at you in anticipation of learning or being entertained?
I have an event I’ll be speaking at Ministry for Kids workshop in January. Thankfully God –in His humorous way– made my co-author and co-speaker a therapist. I’m hoping she can talk me down from the ceiling as the chairs fill with people.
This should be easy for me. I’ve had training to speak in front of people. I taught school (but they were little ones!) and lead Bible studies.
I’ve been on the radio and videoed, but it doesn’t get easier for me.
I spend a lot of time in fear before the event. The bonus is that I should lose a few pounds, or yikes it could swing the other way and I’ll buy boxes of Pamela’s Gluten Free Cookies!!!
Any tips you all can share with me? I’d be grateful to learn away around, over or through this fear.
Recently I had my joy stolen. It took a few sentences from someone and the pleasure I had been experiencing doing something I loved disappeared.
Tears replaced the joy.
Distress moved in.
Anxiety, of ever doing the activity again, locked the door.
Am I the only one that reacts this way?
I asked a few friends, “What steals your joy in a flash?“
A. You know what steals my joy, are people that tell you what you want to hear. Placaters. Patronizers.
C. Drivers that pass everyone in a construction zone and find a way into the lane where I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes. It’s as if they are the only person who has something to do.
D. Rude people, people who like to put down others to make them feel better about themselves. AND people who state something as a fact when it is merely an opinion. Oh, and people who want to make you and everyone else think that they know more about a subject than you do.
Joy Stealing hits in many ways, but it hits.
So what’s the solution? How should we handle it?
I didn’t like my reaction and I realized by focusing on the situation I was handing over my life to someone else. How silly is that?
I’m not doing this anymore.The only one I’m handing my life over to is Jesus. Joy is here to stay. I will not allow anyone to bully me into feeling like this again. The minute I feel that way I’m going to reject it. I’m not giving my joy away–but I am willing to share it.