Imperfect, In Progress

Twice over the past several weeks, I have found myself in front of a room of several dozen people, facing a microphone and an audience expecting me to share a personal story. Each time I walked to the stage, I felt a rush of nerves while mulling over my opening line, fretting over how I would end the story and worried my courage to be vulnerable may give out or that I might regret oversharing.

Yet after verbalizing my first thought, I had the gumption to continue to the next beat. Soon a rh...