I recorded the podcast Sunday night. I didn't have a single panic attack during the recording session. Whew! I was worried that would happen, but there was no reason to worry. Things went well, thanks to the laid back nature and kindness of the other participants.
Recording the podcast was a very big deal for me because I don't think there exists, other than what John "taped" Sunday night, a recording of my voice, well, other than a word or two on videos I've taken of my girls.
I endured quite a bit of teasing about my voice, but it was mostly as an adult. My allowing it to affect me so is quite shameful, but I view the podcast Sunday night as a small victory. Still, there's no way in hell I'm listening to it! That's okay. Baby steps.
I think I'm going to reward myself by taking the girls to Sexi Mexi's to eat enchiladas for lunch. Then we'll hit the pool this afternoon to work off the calories.