20 November 2012

First World Problems

Since being home, I've been introduced to the social media trend of #FirstWorldProblems.  You know, the things we whine about it that when put into perspective pale in comparison . . . like flopping on the couch to watch TV only to realize that the remote isn't in arm's reach . . . or having so many grocery bags two trips are required . . . or 'she dropped her Kindle into the foot tub when she nodded off during her pedicure' . . . or the leather seats in the car are too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter . . . or can't hear the TV because the cleaning lady is vacuuming . . . well, you get the idea.

So, the other night, I had to face one of my irrational fears head on.  No, I didn't have to cross a plank-and-rope suspension bridge . . . or survive a night trapped in a cave after an avalanche . . . or have my right arm bitten off by camel (Dude!! I did say 'irrational' people!!  This is a Judgement Free Zone!).  As terrifying as those may be (for certain ones of us), they would be nothing compared to what I had to do . . . I spoke in front of a group of teenagers!