It was a whopper of a day. I decided to do an audition on very little notice. And when preparing, I decided I was going to go, sort of, in costume. It was a play written by Agatha Christie so I decided to wear one of my 40s/50s dresses. At first I though, 'No I shouldn't. I'll look foolish." And then I said, "that means you're doing it little missy." Let me clarify. I didn't do it simply because it seemed foolish. I did it because I thought it would make me stand out and perhaps inform my performance a little, even if it did seem a bit foolish. So I did it. The audition didn't go great, but at least I tried.
Then, I decided to go try to hit the gym pool, one of the major things I wanted to tackle with this new fear project. I've been too afraid to go into the pool area by myself, but have so badly wanted to start swimming. It's a ridiculous fear, but I was so terrified of seeming out of place and doing something wrong. So last night I marched my butt in there. There were a lot of people and no room in the lanes to actually swim, but I did jump in the hot tub for a bit. And leading up to going into the pool, I faced another fear by asking questions of strangers about the pool. I asked the guy at the front desk if it was always open and I asked a lady in the locker room with a swim suit on if it was typically busy. Starting up conversations with strangers is something I've always shied away from, but would like to start doing more of.
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