Well, I did it! I was mortified!
I stood in front of a crowd of 250 people last night and read from the diary I kept when I was a teenager. It was full of periods and exclamation points. Actually.
I participated in Mortification Live, a comic excavation of the strange and extraordinary things we created as kids called a “cultural phenomenon” by Newsweek.
I didn’t die. I didn’t turn to stone. I didn’t even blush.
Our emcee and producer Shay DeGrandis called it “personal redemption through public humiliation” and that’s how it was for me: Redeeming.
It proves a point I’ve had to learn a couple of times, most recently when I wrote my memoir and, after much hand wringing, published it. Sharing terrible secrets makes them much less terrible. Most people are a lot kinder (and more authentic) than you might think. Speaking the truth creates the opportunity to put it behind you.
To be honest, I had fun.
People laughed. With me (I’m sure of it).
For those of you who missed the amazing live performance, you might get a chance to hear it. The performance was recorded and will be considered for a podcast.
I’ll keep you apprised. Of course.