Day 17 - Sober for October

I can open my eye! And it hasn't turned green or fallen out which is nice.

Yesterday was a bit meh and melancholic: probably because I was feeling fragile & vulnerable. But I had a really lovely chat, seemingly coincidental, with a chum on Twitter last night about confidence. I did a (for me) really brave thing yesterday and asked a favour for which I was fully expecting the answer no. But the rewards were worth the risk. There is a production of Euripide's Helen in Edinburgh in November, but evening only. My last bus is 8pm and I can't afford a hotel/b&b. Anyway, chum said yes and I can book the ticket! The subsequent Twitter conversation was about going to the theatre solo. I was so excited about the production I forgot about the solo bit, but remembered that when I lived in Warsaw I went to the ballet or opera nearly every Friday night after work: I was lucky enough to work round the corner from the State Opera House. I had a lot more confidence then, but was also a prize arse.
The odd thing is that confidence, which seems to be a highly valued attribute, is overrated. To steal someone else's line, feeling the fear and doing it anyway brings far greater rewards.