Until today, I have the courage to calmly tell the story of the past that was sealed in my heart.
It was a recitation competition six months ago. I carefully wrote an impassioned poem, practiced several times in a limited half-day time, and when I could read it fluently and emotionally, I made a gesture of praise to the mirror, and I remembered the "glory" that I had won the first place in the last speech competition, and I was full of confidence.
I can't go wrong, I can't go wrong, perfect performance is what I expect. Before the recitation, I shut myself in my office and practiced the opening remarks over and over again.
"Ok, that's it!" I smiled and walked into the conference room.
Draw the number and start speaking. I'm number five, there are 10 players in total, and I'm a favorite to win the championship.
The first male teacher on stage had tight vocal cords and was obviously nervous; the second and third were fine, but I felt that the manuscript seemed to lack passion and was a little bland; the fourth female teacher had an elegant temperament, her voice was depressed and frustrated, quite imposing, but it was not out of the manuscript... I affirmed myself in my observation, thinking that my manuscript was not bad, and I could take it off the manuscript, and the effect should be good.
I pressed my throbbing heart and walked up to the people. "Good morning, everyone..." Suddenly, I found myself wrong, and the expected opening sentence was missing, so I had to change the original design of the sentence and play randomly according to my own ideas.
The recitation began, and my heart silently thought "Can't go wrong!" Can't go wrong! "Began the unscripted recitation... Suddenly, I couldn't remember! After two seconds of silence, I still couldn't remember, so I had to open the manuscript with trembling hands. My voice was like the wind of late autumn, sweeping the manuscript quickly, eager to finish it quickly to end this embarrassing scene.
The recitation of the next few contestants did not stand out, but one by one they were calm and self-assured, and their manners were generous.
Although I won the award, I ranked first from the bottom, and many people affirmed my manuscript, but more than that, I questioned: When did I, who has always been confident and stable, be so embarrassed? Such a low level of play even let some friends find reasons for me...
I didn't have a cold, I didn't have a heart, and I didn't do it intentionally. Even, I wondered myself, was this me? Is this still the sunny and confident self of the past? I heard a judge say that my hands were shaking when I was reciting, my voice was very low, the speed of speech was very fast, and there was no beauty of depression...
I have no place for myself. This humiliating thing was sealed in my heart, and I slowly licked the wound and used time to heal.
Fortunately, after the humiliating incident, I went to Heda To study. During my studies at Heda University, I returned to the campus, and the unpleasant past was quickly forgotten.
Last week, there was a mini-class demonstration event. I think I'm like that anyway, just play normally, think like this, but I talked about it very relaxedly. Immersed in the content of the micro-lessons, the teachers in front of me are all transformed into students, I give lectures to the children, what is there to be nervous about?
When the applause rang out, I knew that the generous and talking self of the past was back.
So, why did that recitation contest go wrong? I finally dared to face the past that made me ashamed and embarrassed.
Combined with the knowledge of psychology, I understood that the reason why I was nervous was that the "fear of error psychology" was at work, and the Murphy's law of "fear of what comes" made me lose in the pursuit of perfection. In fact, where is the perfection of life? Have the courage to try mistakes, not afraid to make mistakes, we will play at the best level in a relaxed state.
If life grows in mistakes, why should we refuse to make mistakes? In this way, we are all thankful for the mistakes that have gone and will come. We are not afraid to make mistakes, but we will not make mistakes. Take a step back, even if it goes wrong, what's the big deal?