heart of sass

i completely bombed my open mic performance last night. i mean, i'm pretty sure i did. i was told i did good, despite my nervousness, "you didn't look nervous", my girlfriends are such good girlfriends. i was sooo nervous guys, like it was my first time all over again, i practiced and practiced and practiced, until i started to confuse myself, because i was adamant about not bringing up my notebook with me. such a newly written piece, i really should have, there was no time for it to dig it's heels into my soul, but i was adamant about doing it.

yet peeking through my pants wetting, knees knocking nervousness, pride rose up in my heart. thoughts of 'i'm basically a pro, i know what i'm doing, i can sooo totally do this', crept up, and i think i got overly confident, which as you can imagine nervousness and cockiness is not a good combination to have.

and so i bombed, i mean, i'm pretty sure i did. i forgot half of the poem once i reached the middle of the 2nd verse and my quick thinking brain went into overdrive putting together fragments and pieces in an attempt to salvage my sanity and my poem. i haven't even looked at the video yet, fearing i may  

 cause my camera to malfunction due to my tears.

am i being overly dramatic? maybe. because really, i don't think it was that bad. and it happens to everyone.

but guys, last night i was humbled.