Rabbit Trail— The Word Reading

I went to The Word Reading and since I cannot seem to remember if I have to write a post about it in order to get extra credit, I am going to tell you all a little bit about my experience.

I went last semester as well, and this semester was much different.

First of all, I went with a friend.  This made the few moments before the reading actually starts dramatically more comfortable.  I used to be able to go places alone, but ever since I became a mother it makes me feel awkward to go to things alone.  

Free Pizza and Water Bottles!

The water was a life saver because I was super nervous (more about that later).  But in my usual style I spilt it on the table.

The pizza? Well, cheap is good but free is better.  In my poverty stricken state I don’t pass up free food, so I ate after the reading was over.  And I took and extra water bottle when I left (judge if you want).   

Listening

This reading was a lot cleaner than the last reading.  I’m not saying I would take my kids (of course they are 2 ½ and 1 ½ so I wouldn’t regardless), but this reading never sounded pornographic.  Yay! 

The readings seemed a lot shorter as well.  This is really nice because my attention span is not that long.  I have to refocus my brain continually for anything longer than 5 minutes if I am not in nerd mode.  

Reading                       

Now for the main reason I went and the cause of my nervousness.

I was signed up to read poetry.  My poetry.  The same poetry that causes me to cringe when I read it because I think it is just that bad.  Don’t get me wrong.  I have read far worse poetry than my own, but I have also read amazing poetry.  So of course I compare myself to the amazing poetry and not the crap. 

If one compares their work to bad stuff than one cannot see accurately what their skills and weaknesses really are.  Long story short.  I am not that confident, so I was really nervous.

I ended up reading two slightly longer but still short poems and a few epigrams.

And (drum roll please. . . brrum . . . brrum. . . brrump )

 I did fine.  I did not have a heart attack, panic attack, throw up, stumble unforgivably over my words, or anything else tragic.  A few people even said they liked my poems, so it all worked out.

Do I have a new sense of confidence?

No.  I still feel really inadequate.  

Will I read again?

Maybe.  Perhaps reading more I will find some confidence or at least an “I don’t care what anyone thinks anyways” attitude.

  

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(='.'=) – “Is it that big of a deal? you just read a few poems”

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                                (The bunny is not supportive or understanding) 

 “Just saying what everyone is thinking ”

                                (Bunny! Hush!) 

"Sorry, Sorry Sorry Sorry"

                                (The Bunny is a making a K-pop reference)