I don't know how to neatly wrap an example in words but I have judged others in the past for similar stuff. As I am in the midst of all of this- pursuing something that means a lot to me- I need to let out some stress. And I need to get over the fact that some people will think, duh, you did this to yourself. Tune me out if you need to. But I'm trucking on. And sometimes lying on my back, hand thrown upon my forehead, whining. But I'm on my way.
(How this production and all it involves is so similar to motherhood, among other things, as a whole is uncanny.)
So, I am asked over and over and over and over and over again about the show. What is it about? How did you get involved?
There's a story about its story. And I tell it. Over and over. I used to be kind of embarrassed and light about it. But each time I tell it it's like building my muscles; I am Rockstar about it now. And I might even be so bold to just tell people: Buy a ticket. You'll get "it". Stories: tell them over and over, grow stronger, they build muscles.
There is some awesome news today about the Listen To Your Mother's national sponsor: BlogHer. Wow this is big. I feel so much confirmation for getting my BlogHer ticket already. I'm excited to also have an incredible local sponsor for my show- Albert's Jewelers. And of course, in case you didn't catch it, tickets are on sale (and selling fast!) now.