I kept battling with fear until the moment I stepped on the podium. The worries that kept me up at night leading to PeerFest were: What if I forget what I’m saying? What if I’m boring? What if I have a panic
attack? What if I trip, sneeze, cough or hiccup? And the list went on, me imagining all the ways it could
go wrong. Even on my way to the venue I was feeling nauseous and panicky, and was this (imagine my thumb and index finger almost touching) close to cancelling it, wondering what to tell the organisers
whilst trying not to vomit in the cab.