“I have someone else that takes over when it’s time for me to work…When I’m on stage, this alter ego that I’ve created kind of protects me and who I really am. Sasha Fierce is the fun, more aggressive, more outspoken side and more glamorous side that comes out when I’m working and when I’m on the stage.” – Beyonce
Alright, I’m no Beyonce. But I totally identify with the idea of an alter ego that comes out when you’re in front of a crowd. Normally, I’m a fairly toned-down, indifferent, chilled kind of person. But put me in front of a crowd and tell me to give a speech? Suddenly I’m outgoing, energetic, and sometimes even charming.
Give me a microphone and a dry erase board with colorful markers and buddy, you don’t even know what you’ve gotten yourself into.
It’s funny, because in high school I couldn’t speak in front of anyone. Every time I had to do a presentation in front of a class, my hands got all clammy and my voice would start giving out and I couldn’t catch my breath. But then, after I went on exchange to Madrid all by myself and essentially faced every single fear I’ve ever had all in one semester, something changed.
Baby, I could publicly speak like you wouldn’t believe. Sasha Fierce (or the public speaking equivalent, what should we name her? Betty Brave? Wow, that sounds lame) started to come out whenever I found myself in the spotlight.
A great example of this (and of the difference between my husband and me) is my wedding day. On June 7, 2008, I woke up at 5:00am after roughly 30 minutes of sleep. I was so nervous I was shaking. I could barely speak. My sister handed me some “special” orange juice at 6:30am. It calmed me down some, but seriously, I was about to throw up.
My soon-to-be husband? Cool as a cucumber, not a care in the world.
Fast forward to the ceremony: As soon as I started walking down the aisle with my dad and saw all the people in the sanctuary, the nervousness in my belly dissolved. I started smiling. Laughing. I may have even winked at a couple of people. It was like a performance, and I was right at home. Betty Brave was in her element.
As for Rob, well… let’s just say it took me two years to convince him to watch our wedding DVD. (He doesn’t do so well with the whole center-of-attention thing.)
Do you ever feel like you have an alter ego? A Sasha Fierce, Betty Brave, or something similar? When does it happen?