5 STRATEGIES AGAINST SCENIC FEAR by Diego A. Sosa

5 STRATEGIES AGAINST SCENIC FEAR by Diego A. Sosa

Speaking in public can be a martyrdom. Today to succeed you have to face that reality; People need to be convinced and we must do it. Whether at university or at work, our intervention can always lead to the success of a project or a sale.

It is not always easy to face the task; Many tremble before opening their mouths. Sometimes they leave it closed and that serves as protection ... others take the flowers and remain anonymous.

The good salaries, the best clients, the best couples, etc., for everything you have to dare to speak. But there is something that holds us back when it comes to doing it. Sometimes we are obliged and we overcome it ... with the fear of dying on the road, but we do it. How can I overcome this pre-initial tremor? Here are some techniques, although what I recommend most in my book Sales, Rhetoric and Body Language is much deeper than this; is to find the true cause and mitigate it.

1. Get closer to the public: Contrary to what the great speakers have to do, I recommend getting in touch with the people who will be present at the presentation. Infiltrate yourself as someone else and listen to them. When you go on stage you will realize that you are not facing aliens, but talking to people like you.

2. Use humor: Provided you are not a disaster by using it. Something that makes you laugh tends to break the ice, it is recommended. It must be something short and impact. I insist, if you are not funny do not try it.

3. Do not hide: A person clinging to a podium is what a public calls more. Insecurity can not be seen in our body language, putting a barrier between us and the rest is a symbol of nervousness.

4. Use the resources as support: The presentation on the screen supports what you know. She can not be the center of attraction. The plates should have few letters and few lines. They are never read of, they are only used as a guide and support.

5. Look for someone in the following audience: Most speakers focus on pleasing the most demanding person; that of the arms and legs crossed. That person is not the important one; If your presentation is good, he will congratulate you. The most important person is the one who follows you, the most cheerful person, the one who is most interested in you. We call it "the anchor". Always look for it, it will fill you with energy and show you how well it goes.

There are many options, but I insist, there are compelling reasons that make us unsafe before a public presentation. Many times have failed in the past, have had a family or colleagues very critical or demanding, compare with other better, etc. When you master those reasons from the past and implement these and other techniques you will not suffer any more before the presentations ... you can use those butterflies in your stomach to energize and captivate the audience ... just being yourself.

"The initial energy can paralyze or move me; it's up to me to choose. "

Diego A. Sosa

Speaker, Consultant, Writer and Coach

Phrases of the Nobel John Nash

I have always believed in numbers. In the equations and logic that lead to reason. But, after a lifetime of searching, I say to myself, What is logic? Who decides the reason?

I have searched through the physical, the metaphysical, the delirious, ... and I start again. And I've made the most important discovery of my career, the most important in my life. Only in the mysterious equations of love can any logic be found.

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Friendships

It was not unreachable

It was not even hard

I was just there

Waiting for me to tell you that I want

That I wanted to share a good part of me with her

That very possibly we would build beautiful memories

That with pleasure we would remember


But I stopped

Not because he did not deserve it

Not because it stopped being elegant

Not because I could not fulfill my expectations

Not because something could spoil the possible

Not because he lacked beauty

Not because it was not accepted



I just stopped

Waiting for something to happen that tipped the balance

Something that induced me to tell her that I love her

A clumsy push that made the obvious possible

Or a simple initiative of yours

An adequate time


It was only necessary to touch the subject once

And between waiting and lack of initiative

The days passed

And friendship was strengthened

Conversations became more widespread

And the confidence increased

Up to the point of being good friends

Something like my confidant of passage

My cloth of tears

My film partner

My disc friend

While this was happening

I sensed how the possibility of being something more than friends was moving away

We had already lied

Confessing only friends

Loyal friendship

Drawers of mutual secrets


It was already part of my past and my present

Just as I was part of your past and your present

There was already history between us

There was already an excuse for not happening

He already told me about another

I pretended interest in other

Little by little I resigned myself to not having her



And one day it happened

He told me that he had the man of his life

He introduced me to the man of his life

He invited me to share with the man of his life

I saw her fall in love with the man in her life

I had to get away from the man in his life

I lost her for the man of her life

Then he came back without the man of his life

I still with your memory

Regretting what has never happened

She considering me her friend

Me confessing his lover

It was when I run away blaming myself for indolent

Judging all men equally

And losing forever.

Loving each other alone

Sometimes I think you love me

that in your heart is the desire to play that we love

the desire to know "what would it have been if ..."

the "what if we try"

Sometimes I want it to happen

Sometimes I feel that I love you

and it's hard for me to be by your side and prevent my heart from dreaming of feeling mine

Sometimes I feel like I miss you

how they miss loved ones

How could a sailor miss the ocean

so in a bit sour

I miss you with pain and with desire

and I wonder if there was a signal that I did not see

if there really was a possible between us

if not only are dreams and feelings twisted

It hurts to know that there is always a reason to invent an excuse

sometimes I feel so close and so mine

I feel that you give me the right to steal a kiss

you call me with your eyes and with the words that are never said

I feel like it is being asked by the beating of your heart

sometimes that nervous smile that does not distinguish the phone tells me

and even that impersonal evasive that traces the borders and limits

that make me feel so strange and uncomfortable

Sometimes I prefer to run away

for fear of discovering that I love you

for fear it's true that you love me

it is better not to reach certain peaks

to see us slaves of our heart

although it prevents happiness from touching our doors on the same day

Think of you

I like how I think

because I have to smile when doing it,

and draw your face in the pupil of my eyes

Angelic and sweet, as are your words.

I like how I think,

and I like how you talk to me,

with tender doses of affection,

wrapped in fantasies

what do you do with your words

something more divine than the night,

more beautiful than the moon.

I like how I think

and I like how I dream you,

I like it like at night

I wake up thinking about you.

I like that illusion that has been created

and you and I are the main characters.

A thousand other things I might like,

but in all of you you would be.

A thousand other things could think,

but I just want to think about you.

And I like to think about you

because when I think of you I'm happy,

because when I hear you

I see the star that is missing in the sky,

of that around which the sky itself revolves,

of that which descended to earth and incarnated in you.

I like how I think,

because in my thoughts you think of me.

and because beyond smiling and even being happy

I am with you, I am with me.

Enamored alone

She is divine, simply divine. Her breasts rounded and eternally covetable, her eyes like an innocent woman, her gaze that could not hide the beauty of her interior. Many times I felt guilty for having wanted it so much in secret, but it was not my fault. The fault must be hers, I'm not guilty of there being a woman as beautiful as her, of that in an Indian body, slenderly molded, with black hair, as black as his eyes, with a look as tender as hers, and more tender even when she smiles, so much beauty was hidden. Maybe she is not to blame for being beautiful, it was definitely God's fault, he was the one who stopped to mold her so perfect, so beautiful. But it was she who chose to be tender.

I never told him that since I saw him for the first time he was enchanted with his body. For my luck (or punishment from God), she sat next to me in English classes, and at the time of doing the practices of the day, she was my usual companion. We did not talk much because we were few students and the teacher always demanded everyone's attention. In the few moments that we exchanged words of a personal nature, I was able to know the few things that I will never be able to forget about her. That I had a three-year-old baby, who studied law, who believed in God and practiced a religion, who liked to run, play volleyball, I also knew on one occasion, that he had a problem that we could not talk about (he did not want to tell me what a problem it was).

I planned in silence to approach her. I could not find a way to have a woman who at 30 years was as perfect as very few at least age. I think I was intimidated by her beauty. I remembered her a thousand times tapping down the hallway of the classroom as she left the section. She must have studied modeling. From my mind I could not remove that neckline that once let see the most divine and seductive breasts that my mind could imagine. Not infrequently I was asked if it was a fetish that I had, but I do not think, after all, only she produced that.

I was convinced that I was obsessing. He was older than me. He was 6 years older than me. But that did not matter to me, nor do I care now. I was willing to learn from her, I was willing to give myself to her, I was willing to put my world together with that of an angel.

I cursed the modesty that makes religion, but at the same time I realized that maybe that was what kept her alone. And not because he deserved to be alone, rather because he wanted her for me. But I did not know how to cross that barrier that had prevented so many people from reaching it.

I had to find a way to get to his heart in a way that allows me to stay in him. I wanted to invite her to the movies, but I thought of a thousand reasons why I should not do it. I imagined cooking for her, taking her home, studying together, living together, going out together. But I can not find a way to get there.

At the end of all my attempts, I decided with great pain to abandon myself to dream about her and to feed my dreams with the moments we shared together in class. But fate is cruel, it put her so close to me when my determination was still weak. If I could have the opportunity to tell her for once how much I loved her in silence, even though my feelings do not correspond, I would express her with everything she would do for her. And who knows, maybe she even corresponds to me. But they are just illusions, I know that he left not to return. What I never understood was because he wrote me that letter. After all, we never share anything, and I never saw in her the interest I had towards her. I think I should have read the letter, maybe today it was different.