They invited me last week and all my expenses-hotel, flight, travel expenses...will be paid for by Ms. Foundation.
I feel so honored and excited to do this. It is a subject that I feel passionate about and as many of you know, a main part of my job is running abuse prevention programs for youth and children with disabilities through classes and workshops. And being part of a national conversation... I'm just so excited to be at the table.
The problem, however is this. I'm going to have to be serious for three days. THREE DAYS of seriousness. I am not good at being serious.
Already, I can't stop thinking about how funny it would be to barge into that room and demand that our table better actually be round! Sometimes when I am in a place where one is expected to have a serious demeanor, I get even sillier. One time I was at a party with government dignitaries in Estonia, hobnobbing and after an hour of being serious, I found myself in between two very tall, very serious political figures with a melting chocolate cookie smashed between my fingers, looking up at them, and saying "I like cookies." And then walking away before I burst into hysterical giggling in front of them.
I know it'll be fine. I can be serious. I just prefer to be silly.
I guess it won't hurt if I bring a little humor to the table. However round it might be. (The table, that is.)
I gotta be me, right?
|Me being silly in 2012|
|Me being silly in 1976|