So a full room. And I was up front, with my note card folded up tightly in my hand just in case the power point slide didn't show the points I wanted to mention, but hoping against hope that I would not have to use the notes because I like a speaker who just gets up and talks with an occasional look at the screen.
I didn't need my notes.
I cracked jokes, people laughed, I received very nice applause when I was done.
I should have reviewed my speech with my daughter before I'd spent all day practicing it, because when I made a joke about fundraisers being a dirty word as I reviewed my speech with her, her idea for a joke was better, 'now let's talk about the f word....fundraisers!' but I am the type of person who after practicing for hours, can not switch it up in the last thirty minutes.
None of that bothers me. I got up and spoke and smiled and didn't turn red. Faintly pink checked, but honestly, I'm always pink checked! I kept on topic, flowed smooth from one point to the next and am very proud of myself for keeping my talk to less than 5 minutes, since in my book report days I had a tendency to ramble and go on and on...
What made me nervous and jittery was......the microphone.
As a kid, I would have been over the moon excited to hold a real, working microphone. As an adult, I was a lot less enthusiastic.
But I did it!
And I came home, put on comfy pants, put my feet up and sipped a much deserved beer. Much, much deserved after having to use a microphone!