“F” Comfort Zones!
Take the leap. Who cares if your pants fall down?
As a kid, one of the banes of my existence, at least where grammar school was concerned, was the dreaded oral report. I hated those freakin’ things with a passion.
It might have been yesterday. That’s how clearly I recollect that God-awful moment when I had to stand in front of the classroom and deliver whatever spiel had…