Forgive me, my dearest girl, but I can contain myself no longer. It must be said. For Jesus’ sake, find a suitably sharp razor and hack down the jungle of wild hair adorning those skinny little legs of yours! You do realize you’ve worn shorts every day of the unreasonably scorching summer and exposed innocent strangers to said jungle, don’t you? If not, know now.
Truly, darling. You have remarkable legs. Stop hiding them.
Now, onto what is actually on my mind. Workshops. You’ve submitted two ideas to two separate venues. Hoorah for you. However, have you thought this through, love? You do run the chance of securing these workshops. Have you considered that? By submitting them, you are commiting to them, will be standing before more than one person (one can hope) and be expected to deliver these driveling points. In case you’ve forgotten, public speaking terrifies you. It makes your lips shake, your hands tremble and your voice reach a mouse squeaks’ pitch. Remember? Do we need to go over memories of prior public speaking disasters?
No? Well, I suppose all I can do is say my peace and pray this time you shall see reason. Just remember, I will say “I told you so.” Were you me, you would, too.