Picture Them Naked
The truth is, people don’t always note that you’re nervous, that you’re shaking or that you screwed something up – because…wait for it: they’re not always paying all that much attention to you. A hard truth for attention-seeking performers, there’s also something liberating in this. Those ‘happy accidents’ and recoveries are little gifts for those paying attention or in the know – and they’re nearly always rooting for you. Personally, I love noting glitches – they make performances feel less polished, more ‘live,’ the performers somehow more relatable.
Not only is the audience not as attentive or perceptive as you may hope or fear – they may well be worrying that their turn is next. I myself am guilty of this both in public speaking and vocal performance engagements and for this reason tend to request the earliest slot (so I can then enjoy the others calmly). Conversely, those who watch you may be enjoying a vicarious moment – longing for your spotlight and confidence (as I did for years and still often do).
When my son worries about his next presentation, I won’t suggest he picture them naked. Not just because he’s eight – but also as I believe it’s more about recognizing that others are not scrutinizing you the way you do yourself. They, we, look for beauty in others and should afford ourselves the same kindness.
So, perhaps what is key then, is to do what Mom (or a good friend) would do – remind yourself of all you’ve accomplished. Remind yourself of the time you nearly faceplanted but then straightened up and nailed it – when you were super pregnant and did not pee yourself. When you caught your breath and delivered the valedictory speech.
My son doesn’t believe I have any advice to offer on this topic but I’ll keep trying. I’ll remind him of his own, accumulating victories – all the times he overcame his worry and made it through. When he did sing in the school Christmas show. When he did tell his classmates about Komodo dragons and venomous snakes. Or the time he was a ring bearer and his pants fell to his ankles – but he made it down the aisle.
I’ll keep reminding him how wonderful he is. I’ll keep telling him I understand his worry – but he won’t believe me. “What does mommy know about this stuff anyhow?”
See you at the show.