Open mike- tick

So I got there! With a little help from my friend (possibly my #1 fan) I overcame the fear of failure and performed my own song to strangers in a room. Doesn't mean I didn't fail. I totally screwed up the last tune- devastated! I could feel the shame smear its way across my face in the colour of RED RED RED. Panic set in making my left pinky jump ship and be of no help to me whatsoever. But hey I live to tell the tale! And now I know if that's as bad as stuffing up a song is, its worth me taking more chances cos the positives certainly outweighed the bad. I get to feel proud of myself now! My brain thoroughly enjoyed it and so did the heart. It was so good to do something that freaked me out. Must do that more often. 'A life lived in fear is a life half lived.' Pretty sure I first heard that in Strictly Ballroom and its resonated ever since. Yet its taken me a very long time to get brave and actually know who I am and where I want to go. Where are you going before you're gone?