Listen To Your Mother: Boulder Audition

So.
You know that saying:

Yeah.

So I am.

I mean, I don't do alot of 

"scary" things on a daily basis.

Mostly, 

my goal is to just, 

you know, 

get through the day.

But tomorrow is different.

Tomorrow I am sucking up my fears 

and taking them with me

to Boulder

to audition for a spot in this years'

Listen To Your Mother

show.

I can't even tell you

what got it into my head 

that this is a good idea.

Twelve hours from now,

I will be on the interstate headed north

towards a "Scary" experience

that, as far as I can tell,

is going to be a self-inflicted

rejection

that will sting

far greater than any rejection

from my teenagers,

currently.

What am I sharing?

Well, after hours of reading past blog posts,

contemplating writing a new submission altogether,

I decided to share this one:

Dear Me, A Love Letter to Myself.

Is it worth sharing?

I have no freakin' clue.

But I've tweaked it a bit

here and there,

and to quote someone famous,

"It is what It is."

*actually, I googled the author of that, and it's Unknown, 

altho some guy wrote a book with the title.

{shrug}

OK I'm rambling.

Wish me luck,

Or common sense

to back out.