Do you remember the Humorous Speech Contest I’ve been sweating over? I took one in the eye. I didn’t even place.
It’s a process, losing.
I think I must have gotten full of myself there for a while. You see, even though public speaking was my number one fear in life until a year ago, through tackling it, I seem to have somehow discovered an unknown resource. People keep telling me I’m good at it. I keep saying, ‘Am I?’ with a dazed look. I really have been genuinely moved and pleasantly surprised. In fact, the joy of back-patting has become so addictive, I’m a Toastmasters convert.
I’ve always felt alien to everyone else, and that my particular gifts with writing, creating, and communicating were burdens for other people in some fashion. My entire life I’ve been told I’m too loud, and that I’m too expressive. Now, these very traits which have been my afflictions have undergone a process of alchemical transmogrification. They are now revealed as perfectly suited for public speaking. I can easily pitch my voice to fill a room and I can bring a story to life. I can also write a speech.
Last year, I won the first round of the speech competition and came second at the District level. Secretly, I wanted to win the District Contest as well.
It was like I was competing against myself. I poured weeks into figuring out how to write humor, Funny, Me? And Funny, Me! And, I didn’t just pay lip service, I utilised all the advice given. I followed every lead. I watched comedians, and other humorous speakers, I read humorist blogs. I wrote my speech and rewrote it a dozen times. Finally, about a week prior to the competition, I started trying to learn the material. I practised, rehearsed, refined, and edited my speech, ‘You Call That Progress?
Wednesday, 31st was the day of the Contest. There were five of us in the fray. It’s a strange animal, the contest. Some people thrive in those situations, others don’t. When you’re faced with judges holding pens at the ready, as they frown over their scoring sheets, the words start to get jumbled in your head.
While I’d imagined a year of my attending Toastmasters meetings would have helped banish the nerves, no, it was just as terrifying as the first time. I found the speech I knew so well at home suddenly became slippery and ethereal, slithering through my fingers. The same thing happened last year, when I went blank in a couple of spots. I did recover and carry on, but it had rattled my composure. And any humorist worth their salt will tell you, it’s all in the attitude. Once you lose the swagger, you’re lost.
The person who won deserved to win. Her speech was amazing. What got me was that the lovely friend who came second, put his speech together in 10 minutes! Agh, the injustice.
I went through a real journey after the Contest. First, I came home and sobbed a bit. Then, I watched the video of my dress rehearsal which I’d put on my YouTube channel, and it made me laugh. I watched it a few times and the laughter made me feel better.
Then, I realize how pleased I was for the winner. She’d said to us in the kitchen beforehand, that this was really far outside her comfort zone. She’d challenged herself to do it because it was difficult. I felt that kinship that we co-contestants feel, and there really is a sisterhood there, because we know how hard it is to do. We admire each other. The respect is earned. So, I made contact with congratulations and posted flowers on her FB page. It really felt good. I had come full circle.
After sharing the news of my defeat with friends on Facebook, one replied, “Maybe sometimes we try too hard?” Burn!
I know I tried too hard. That’s one of the things I need to learn is, how to relax while I strive.
One of the other losing competitors and I consoled one another as we left the club on Wednesday. I said, “At least we competed.” She said, “Yes, it’s always good for the experience.” What a brilliant way of putting it. We did it. Yeah. Go, us.
As L. Frank Baum once said, ‘The true courage is in facing danger when you are afraid.’ What have you done lately despite being afraid?
Talk to you later.
Keep on Creating
Yvette K. Carol
“The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself,” E.E. Cummings
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The competition must have been exceptional for you not to have won Yvette. Next time you’ll be an old hand and much more relaxed.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx.
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Thank you, David! What a nice thing to say. 🙂 Yes, next time I tackle this Everest again I’ll be cool as a cucumber.
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You’re really onto something studying humor. The first t.v. programme I saw in U.K.visit was A PeterKay Special and he used to stay in when everyone else was out and study comedians.
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Oh, that’s interesting! Thanks, Catherine. It reminds me of a comment I heard once, re writing, that geniuses don’t try to invent something new, they take what’s already successful and do their own version of it. 🙂 Study from the greats!
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I thought your youtube videos were very funny. I’ve come here from the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. All the best to you, Yvette.
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Hi, Victoria! Thank you for those kind words 🙂
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My pleasure, Yvette!
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Victoria, quick question- what is your blog URL? I looked through the IWSG list and couldn’t find you. I want to pop by and visit your blog! 🙂
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