Someone I got to know through work sent me a message asking if I could be a resource person on editing and technical writing for their entity. HHB was with me in the room when I read the message and she must have thought me crazy for breaking into a smile that was close to laughter. I kept shaking my head as I smiled/laughed quietly.
Me, a speaker?
When my son was in high school, I was pushed into heading the parents’ group of his org. I hemmed and hawed, protested, etc. but my protests fell on deaf ears. And so I was it. But each time a report had to be made to my fellow-parents, I would bully my husband to do the reporting; or failing that, the vice president. A male. Being a real gentleman, he acceded.
So me, being a speaker in front of an audience who likely have masteral or PhD degrees? As I told C, I don’t have letters following my name; initially she said I did only to realize they preceded rather than came after my name.
Hopefully, they will find someone more worthy and competent.
I hardly am.