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Our next speaker is...
Tomorrow I have the opportunity to audition as a student speaker for my bachelor’s commencement ceremony. This will be my first motivational speaking opportunity in more than a year and I am JACKED about it. No, I have not been selected yet, but I have visualized giving the speech for about six months now and am already selected, as far as I’m concerned.
My topic is, living at your fullest capability. Big surprise, I know. I only get 10 minutes and I plan to blow them away with passion and energy. In my visualizations I end the speech to a standing ovation and receive multiple speaking opportunities afterward. We’ll see what happens though I’m confident in the result.
This speech is another launching point in the trek of pursuing my potential and inspiring others to pursue their own. I’ll keep everyone updated as to the audition and plan to have someone video the speech at commencement on June 13. When I post the video you’ll be able to see and hear the crowd roar, I can see it already…
Follow up:
Apparently my vision was slightly off. I got the phone call after the auditions and heard the old, tired refrain, “You were great and we had more great auditions than we expected. Unfortunately, you were not picked as one of the speakers”. They said I was a top candidate and yada yada yada.
Bitter? No. Disappointed? Immensely. I had high hopes for this opportunity and it took a bit to get along after the news. Frankly, the whole ceremony is less exciting for me right now, but I can see that there are other elements about it that are very important that I have to keep in mind. The example of accomplishment for my kids, showing them that education is valuable and its pursuit never stops. Thanking all of the people that made the pursuit of a degree possible for me. Ultimately, knowing that it is an afternoon ceremony that marks the end of something and a beginning that is purely for me to define.
A funny story came out of the auditions too. As I waited for the auditions to begin, I sat in the prep area with another candidate. A pretty girl in a summery green dress that had a striking feature, a prostetic leg. She wasn’t the least self-conscious about it and we chatted while we waited.
When I finished my time and walked back out past her, I wanted to wish her luck, but I had been taught a long time ago that saying, “good luck”, is actually considered bad luck in matters of the stage. So, in my infinite wisdom and never-ending smoothness said, “break a leg”.
Thank God she laughed.
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