This week I had the opportunity to share the message at my church's Wednesday night service. While this certainly doesn't occur every single time I speak at a ministry event or give a professional presentation, I occasionally slip into a post-talk spiral within minutes of setting down the microphone.
It's a charming thought process that goes something like this:
That went pretty well. It went decent, at least. I mean, it was passable. I forgot to say several things that I planned to say, though. It was okay. It was average. Actually, I messed up several times. It's possible that my second point wasn't clear at all. The final point was a bit rushed. Wait, no, the final point was entirely abrupt. Come to think of it, I'm convinced that nothing was coherent. Not one sentence had merit. I might not even have been speaking English. It's highly probable that I insulted everyone's mothers and accidentally blasphemed.
Then some time passes, and I'm like: Actually, come to think of it, that went pretty well.
Decent, at least.
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