Mandeville

Yesterday was a special day for my university. We had the pleasure to present the former CEO of a multinational with a laureate for his achievements (also because he graduated from here). I was chosen from my HC to prepare a presentation to introduce and welcome him in the masterclass he gave before his acceptance ceremony. Man saying I was nervous cannot suffice in describing how shaky my feet were. Or how jumpy my heart was. At times I had to squeeze someone's hand just to breathe.

When my program coordinator signalled for me to go up, I stopped thinking. I smiled and started talking. As I was standing up there, everything was so clear. I can hear my heart thump like a frightened bunny, my heels slightly shaking.

I loved every second of it. The anxiety. The cold (shaking) feet. The fear. The jumping nerves. The adrenaline rushing as you push yourself outside your box.

When people start coming up to you to congratulate you, even the CEO, you cannot help but think how it was all worth it.

After the ceremony, we proceeded to this yacht club to have dinner. It was an incredibly beautiful weather. I had the pleasure to sit next to some exceptional people, and was astounded in the best possible way to talk and discuss matters with them. I love these kinds of conversations, the ones that when they end makes you start thinking.

The place was classically beautiful, everyone was dressed in suits, clearly enjoying and conversing with others on their respective tables. I looked through the large glass windows, straight to the docks. The sun was shining, but it wasnt scorching. It was light, like a kiss on the waters.

At that point I thought to myself, damn this is one good day.