Last night, I sang…in front of people. Oh my god, I was a nervous wreck.
Yesterday morning when I was getting ready for work, I had an idea. I could start confronting my “fears” – not dangerous things, but things that push me out of my comfort zone. I‘m going to need practice being brave if I am accepted to study abroad where I will literally be out of my comfort zone 24/7.
So. I made a list of things that would fit the bill. One of the fears, was singing in public. My college has karaoke nights every other week, and I’ve always wanted the courage to get up there. However, I hate even speaking in public. It took me almost a year and half to build up my confidence to just contribute in class discussions.
I figured I’d put it off until next week, but then I came across this:
Fate was telling me to do this. I texted my roommate, Becky, and the plan was set. I was going to sing. There was 90’s theme which was a big restriction. Becky and I went through the karaoke binder a couple of times, until I decided on Shania Twain’s, That Don’t Impress Me Much.
The wait was long and nerve wracking. I’ve never sang in front of anyone except for my family, and a few select friends. I am not an amazing vocal expert. I can carry a somewhat decent tune, but I’ve never been confident in my singing voice.
While we were waiting, Becky brought along Lucky Charms, but she hates the marshmallows (I know she’s a weirdo), and she always picks them out. I love the marshmallows. We are the dream team.
Then the dreaded moment came. It was my turn. Oh my god, I was a nervous wreck. I was sweating through my sweater. My legs were shaking. I got up on the stage, and the music started. Shit. This was happening. Those people were looking at me. I was going to sing in public. I squared my shoulders, and took a deep breath.
I gave it my all, and it wasn’t perfect by any means. I screwed up the lyrics, and you know what? I didn’t care. I was having fun.
For a long time, I was always worried about being perfect or being perceived as perfect. Last year, I slowly started chipping away at this. Tonight, I realized how fun it is, not caring what anyone thinks. I had a blast. I faced my fear, and I had fun doing it (except for the part when I had butterflies the entire day).
And to everyone who is on the fence about something because you are scared, just take the leap. It’s so worth it.
What kinds of things push you out of your comfort zone? Do you have any suggestions for me? Have you ever sung karaoke? Were you a nervous wreck?