This may come as a surprise, but I get really nervous about things.  I get all butterfly-ey and nauseous. My hands sweat and I get a little twitchy.

Just like the rest of the world.

I may not show it, but walking into a room makes my heart skip a beat.

Even if it is a room I have been in before, and filled with people I know and love.

I still get nervous. And anxious.

“Do my shoes look okay? What if I say the wrong thing? Am I too tall? I’m really tall . . . way too tall. OMG LOOK HOW TALL I AM!”

See. Nervous.

I am hitting the city again today. Another reason to strike up the adrenalin on the ole fear meter.  I am getting nervous already.

It is a blogger thing, and will be filled with amazing women. And yes, I will still be nervous.

But, I will do my best to “clean up” (this is literal NOT figurative, by the way) and push my nerves to my toes and hope for the best.

Because if I have learned anything over the years it is that I am not the only nervous one. And that by the time I get chatting, my nerves will relax and I will forget all about my fear.

And I will walk away feeling blessed and rewarded, and proud that I, yet again, had the courage to face my fears and worries.

Even if I am really, really tall. 

To all the ladies I will be seeing tonight . . . be aware when you grab a sweaty hand. . .  it’s just nerves!  But grab it anyway (hell, pull me into a hug) cause we can be scared together!