In which I am nibbling my nails

Not really, but the image will clue you in to my state of mind. Tomorrow morning I'm appearing on the CBS Richmond affiliate--WTVR--as a guest on the morning show. Eek. I have mentioned before that I choose fear, and goodness me, but didn't I walk right up and choose it this time? I have made a point of accepting every invitation I can, and the more it makes my palms sweat, the faster I say yes. I believe that pushing myself out of my comfort zone and facing down fears is good for me. And of course, I have a book in bookstores this week and a signing in Richmond on Saturday to promote. But I'm talking about character here. There are the big scary things, like getting married, having children, buying a house. But there are smaller scary things too, and I think that facing down the smaller fears are almost more useful--in the same way that the tiny, everyday droplets of happiness are the ones that fill up your cup, not the deluge that comes from the big events.

I have been on camera a few times this year, but each of those chats was videotaped for editing and I was being shot from the shoulders up. I didn't have to worry about stumbling over words or whether my skirt was straight. (That reminds me, you're not supposed to cross your legs, are you? They're supposed to be crossed at the ankles, like the Queen of England's. Note to self: don't fidget!) Anyway, I figured the best I can do is wear something bright--flaming tangerine orange silk!--and get there on time, right? Oh, and somewhere in there, I should plan to b-r-e-a-t-h-e.

And I wonder, what is the last thing you did that scared the bejeebers out of you?