I just passed my course to become a Certified Interpretive Guide (CIG). It is a course paid for by my work since they want us naturalists to excel at the skill of connecting people to what you want to show them or teach them and making it relevant on a personal level; the skill we call interpretation.

The final test was a presentation to be held in front of my teachers, who are also my bosses, and my fellow students, who are also my colleagues. They are intelligent, educated, knowledgeable people with so much ambition and charisma that it is shooting out their ears. Even though they are some of the nicest people I know, I couldn't help but to be nervous.

Last time I held a presentation in front if my colleagues, that time about the song of humpback whales, I choked and failed miserably. That experience has haunted me in public speaking situations ever since.

It was time to clear out my closet from old skeletons. And I did. I was better prepared than ever before, probably about ten times as prepared as I should need to be. Better to be on the safe side. And I rocked it. I haven't felt this happy about a presentation since junior high.

I feel as if I got revenge although I am not sure on what. Revenge on fear, the one thing that should never hold me down? Yes, revenge on fear!

Now for celebration lunch!