I'm only too aware of the shakes and jitters of new situations. The bold dive, the courageous step into white space I try and find some freedom but also a trepidation which manifests in paralysis. The slowing of motor functions, the auditory diminution, and the inevitable oscillation of extremities - mainly my hands - I've all felt before.
In college I took an extracurricular course on piano. I was more committed to 'jamming' during my pate-night, solo practice sessions than I was the book, and therefore my recital at the end of the term, my simple one song performance, daunted me to no end. Come time, I bounced my feet up and down off the ground in with excited nerves to the point where my friends in the audience wondered what I was doing.
Early bar-tending gigs have done this to me as well. Hopefully when I pour some coffee down at the shop for the first time, I keep a steady hand.
The other test is one I've taken before, and really is, by name and definition, a test. The GRE, an ignoble scholastic hoop built for money-thirsty educational institutions as a means of differentiation and deterrence - never mind the money ETS receives. Anyway, busy day busy day little fish...
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