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I do not like events (usually)
I own a small company and I’m the chairman of a non-governmental organization.
It’s nothing big — I’m developing both slowly.
I have a strong idea for the NGO,
but I want to give it a bit more time —
to clear it in my mind and to wait for my boy to start kindergarten,
so I can have more space to focus.
Last week, we had an event.
I couldn’t miss it — it was organized by the NGO,
and as chairman, I had to be there.
It started well.
As a former waitress, I took care of the catering,
made sure the seating was arranged properly,
and that everyone had water.
I actually loved the whole organization process.
But when the guests started arriving,
my stomach tightened.
My staff gave me a little whiskey “for the nerves.”
I took a sip or two,
then left it — the presentation was about to begin.
Everything went fine.
Thank God I didn’t have to speak.
They had asked me beforehand,
but I refused.
There were even people from the local press,
which made me even more anxious.
Still — the presentation ended,
and the “social” part began.
Wine. Food. People.
I didn’t know more than half of them,
and I felt so uncomfortable.
Also — mixing whiskey and wine?
Not a great idea.
I didn’t get drunk, of course,
but I was stressed that I might —
which didn’t help at all.
The whole event lasted about two hours.
It felt like two days.
People were happy.
They loved the food,
the wine from a local winery,
and the event itself was useful and meaningful.
But for me?
It took three days to feel like myself again.
I felt completely drained.
I even told my staff I don’t want to see people until Christmas.
They laughed.
I wasn’t joking.
Unfortunately, that’s not really an option,
so I keep pushing my introverted self
a little outside of its comfort zone.
One interaction at a time.
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