Deep breaths......

And she cinches the landing.....okay, I'm here now and there's something of the feeling a pathologically modest (what I really mean is scared witless (yeah, you know what rhymes with that)) three year old being pushed out in front of a fully packed audience, by a determined mom (that's you, freefaller93!!), has, nestling somewhere in the crevices of my mind, waiting to rush out and sweep away any words waiting at the end of my synapses, and replace with an almost fanatic need to backspace, backspace, backspaaaaaaace, stare......deep breaths.

But only.....

Deep breaths. Fear's trumpet call. But maybe, just maybe this time, I can use it against fear.