From the first time I set foot in that basement, I turned on the normal Jamie Charm.
They had no idea until yesterday, almost a month later, how dang scared I was.
So, I'm singing in a band now. It's all sorts of rad, and I love it, but every time I go to start a new song, I shake like a leaf in gale force winds. Which is funny, considering the bass player was willing to take me on solely due to, and I quote, "an awesome will to try and an outgoing attitude".
I assumed they could see through my front, but apparently, in talking, they couldn't. They know now, and aren't judging me for it, but it made me chuckle. How I was sure my fear was written on my face, but they had no clue. We are our own worst critics, and that sucks.
On the same strand, we over think things too much. I'm pretty sure my over thinking has caused irreparable damage to a relationship I hoped to keep very much alive. Or, am I just over thinking that too?
I need to find a way to turn off my brain sometimes...