That seems like such a short time.
Unless those two minutes are for standing up and talking to a group of people. Especially if the subject is me, myself, and I.
Then, those two minutes feel like two hours.
I have four weeks to prepare this little speech to present to my class as part of my final requirements, in order to graduate and obtain my Certificate of Completion for Peer Support Specialist Training.
How is that possibly enough time to explain my lived experience with mental health challenges, what I bring to the job, why I want to do it, and why I’ll be good at it?
How in the world am I supposed to remember a two minute speech when I don’t remember what I was going to say two seconds ago?
The time stretches and constricts, like a rubber band.
I’ve survived this long. I’ll survive two minutes.