Last weekend I did something daring. Something scary.
I participated in a spelling bee.
It was the first time since second grade I had entered one. Being a word nerd and having somewhat of a sixth sense with spelling, I was so excited for my first spelling bee. I even wore my favorite shirt. And...I was out in the second round on minute. Not the measurement of time, the measurement of size. Oh, the English language is vexing.
I never spelled in public again.
Or wore that shirt. Fearing it to be my spelling kryptonite, I threw it away.
This weekend I jumped up on stage at an adult spelling bee and did something I swore I'd never do again. Submit myself to public humiliation by mis-spelling words. It may have been liquid courage that I gained from that half glass of wine I drank before it. Or, that I had no idea why I was jumping on stage except that my friend Terry Cabeen, the MC, asked for 4 people to join him. Nonetheless, there I was in the limelight. Competing in a lightning round with the winner being crowned for spelling the most words correct in 90 seconds. And I won.
Now I get to have a delicious, decadent dinner at this place.
I'm not sure the reason for this post is much more than a big old victory lap for my second grade loss but since this is a blog, I feel compelled to have a moral. Here it is.
Let go of the past.
Be here now.
And? Always jump on stage whenever they ask for volunteers. You never know what you might win.