Yesterday there was a reporter and camera guy from one of our local news channels in my living room.
A REPORTER AND CAMERA GUY IN MY LIVING ROOM.
They interviewed ME (about children's healthcare, of course).
It still seems a little surreal to me.
I've spent the majority of my life being quite certain I would never be the sort of person that might have video cameras in her living room. I was also positive that I would never make a habit of giving speeches in front of legislators or members of the press. I was equally convinced that I'd never end up in statewide papers or be flown to New York for a photo shoot either. I was probably also pretty secure in the fact that my mailman would never stop me and say, "Hey! I read about you in the paper. You guys got a bum deal."
That is to say, sometimes I'm wrong.
I can now say I have now lived through my first television interview! They said I did really well, but I was too nervous to objectively judge it for myself. The reporter even said, "They are going to think I got an actress for this one." which was obviously him being WAY TOO KIND. I'm still very nervous about it all, you know, how it will be edited and spliced, whether I'm going to sound like an ass, that sort of thing. It won't air until next week and even then I think I might just be too nervous to watch it for myself!
[this is where the photo of the reporter and camera dude would be if I wasn't so panicked that I totally forgot to take a picture of them]