The only thing more nerve wracking than having to speak during sacrament meeting, is being late to the meeting, speaking in front of complete strangers, and having there be 600 people instead of the 30 that you expected...
Yesterday mom and I spoke at the visitors ward. We gave the same talks that we did the previous week, which I was grateful for because 1. I spent 10 minutes preparing for yesterday and 2. Because I had already "preformed" it once, I didn't cry this time. score!
After the meeting was over people just kept coming up to us and saying thank you for our messages, and it really was so gratifying. It was so heartwarming and this is probably a little prideful, but it showed me that hey, we actually did pretty good because complete strangers are telling us that we did good.
And that is the problem with your friends and family sometimes; the habitual obligation that you feel towards people that you care about.
Whether it's the new gawd-awful haircut, hideous prom dress, or cookies that taste like pickle juice, the criticism that you can truly count on is that of complete strangers. They owe you nothing and will most likely feel no remorse if they are forced to critic you strongly. Unless you have my mother, where you can 10times/10 count on her true opinion.
Also, rainy days are the best
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