Today I noticed how anxious I get when I don't have a handle on what I'm going to read/say in public. I noticed when I'm anxious my first reaction is to buy something, then cry. Or maybe it's the other way around.
I've told this story (for my recital) a kazillion times, in a kazillion ways, wondering why it's not so problematic. It's supposed to be funny (tho I don't recall the original happening funny). Right now it's got some funny parts, mostly it's pitiful.
Where or where is my inner Erma Bombeck?
What do you do when you get anxious?