Agony

Last week, I was leaving Sunday School and Brother Taylor asked if he could talk to me. I got a weird look on my face, I guess, and he said it wasn't that bad. Then he proceeded to ask me to speak in sacrament meeting next Sunday. Wasn't that bad? I think I would have preferred to have a second calling than to have to speak. I didn't say that out loud, did I? The topic for the month, or quarter, or whatever... is unity. Bro Taylor said he would email me a talk he wants for me to use. He did, and I have printed it up, but I haven't read it yet. I don't really want to work on it, I feel too anxious. How am I going to do this? I have never done well with public speaking, but I seem to be getting worse in my old age.

If that wasn't bad enough, I got a call from Sister Johnston tonight. She reminded me about a meeting in two Sundays for all the kids who are turning eight this year. She mentioned it as a reminder to a parent, and then asked me to speak for about 5 minutes, get the girls excited about Activity Days. No pressure!

I think that I am cracking up as I get older. 'Aww, I used to be kinda cool!' I was a girl who taught Family History and Gospel Doctrine classes. I used to do fun things, like paintballing. And I knew things. History facts and movie quotes. I feel like I am a different person than I was back then. Maybe I will be a completely different person in a few more years. Weird. Anyway...

I have been working on my afghan. But I am on a square that I cannot do while there is any noise or distraction. I have had to redo it a few times, which doesn't please me. But I will press on. One square done, twenty-three to go. Hopefully I will be able to do it well.