There is anxiety in my body; Soft butterflies in my stomach. I am slowly getting in the zone. I do not want to talk to anyone. I just want to be alone with the butterflies. Sometimes the anxiety and the fear is overwhelming. At other times it is manageable.

I could be ridiculed. I could be insulted. They might laugh at me. I am afraid.

But this fear is different. This fear is what I live for. It is the fear that I love. It is the fear which makes me feel alive.

Embracing this fear, I enter the classroom… my lecture will now start.

And as I start speaking, and flash a smile… the fear subsides. It goes away. What remains, is just timelessness.