I’ve now gone on stage three times, most recently this past Saturday night. It’s beginning to get easier. I’m beginning to overcome my stage fright little by little.
Still, it’s quite intimidating to stand (or in my case sit) in front of 40-50 strangers and put your self-esteem on the line.
My kids even went along with me for support. I feel sure they were quite eager that Dad not embarrass himself and by association, embarrass them as well.
When I was done with my 4-song set, I got a nice round of applause and my son said I was “awesome“. Invaluable positive feedback from all concerned!
Still, it’s a bit of a mystery to me why I’ve become so determined to do it.
I’m beginning to believe it’s a form of self-discipline … making myself do something I want to do, but that’s outside my comfort zone.
At my age, I don’t anticipate ever being much more than sort of “sonic wall paper” for a few people after hours in a bar or coffeehouse. But, that’s okay.
It’s like my writing.
I do it mainly for me. The fact that other people may enjoy it is just a bonus.