I’ve been working on sitting/standing up tall, but I often find myself in stressful, busy situations at work where all I’m thinking about is the million things I need to get done. Maybe I’ll come up with a visual cue that I could use to help me remember. At work I’m usually using my computer, so I’ll try using images of giraffes everywhere— on the desktop and screen saver and maybe some floating window. Also, I’ve been thinking of buying some high heels. I have very rarely worn them in my life, but they seem to make me concentrate on how I’m standing and moving more. I’ll try that too if I can find a good pair.

Also, yesterday I went to a play at the Greenhouse Theater. It was great, everyone should go! Before the show started, they asked us to tell any stories we had about riding the El. I was thinking, Telling a story now would be easy, it’s just my friends and me, and these two very engaged theater people having a casual conversation with us about a topic that I do indeed have some stories about. But I worried about what would happen later. For each story told, they asked us for our name, wrote it on a piece of paper and put it into a hat. After a couple of my friends told stories, I decided to tell one too— a story about a man who got increasingly angry on the train until he was removed by the police. It was a good story, I thought. Then, near the end of the show, they brought out the hat and picked a name. Of course it was my name. But my roommate and I, who had both told stories earlier, shared the same name. I asked “Which one of us?” and then turned to her and said, “You go.” She shared her story very eloquently and the actors recreated it, and it was hilarious. But I felt so terrible afterwards, both because I had completely failed to confidently take the opportunity, and because I had forced my roommate into an uncomfortable situation. 

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