Uncomfortable

I was already uncomfortable enough, and then I got attacked by killer bees.

Ok, I’m exaggerating. There was only one bee, and it was as gentle as could be (can I make it through this whole post without making a bee pun?).

I took advantage of a few moments alone on a job site to try recording my first YouTube video. I was nervous enough just talking into the camera and trying to put a cohesive sentence or two together, all the while praying a carpenter or electrician wouldn’t come back early from lunch and catch me in the act.

And then this happened:

Why was I holding my shirt like that, you may ask? I don’t know. But I do know that bee was the best thing that could have happened to me in that moment. Pre-bee, I was uptight and stiff. After surviving the attack, I loosened up and was much more comfortable on camera.

That bee didn’t care about my self-consciousness. It didn’t care if I was saying the right thing in the right way. Like all the potential viewers of this video, that bee just wanted me gone.

I’m kidding. But I’m not. The things we try to do are important. At the same time, no one gives a shit. Somehow that little pollinator reminded me to stop overthinking and just bee.

Damn, I almost made it to the finish line pun-free.