What do you think an icebreaker is?
When I think of "icebreaker" I imagine a tool or a ship colliding with ice causing a rippling domino effect--kind of like spider cracking when a stone hits your windshield at 60 mph.
I also think of the times when you're attending a get-together and you're instructed to turn to the person on your left or right and introduce yourself.
An "icebreaker" at Toastmasters, I surmised, would be an equally brief introduction. No more than a few generous seconds.
Just to confirm that our definitions matched, I raced back into the hall where today's meeting had adjourned and asked an old-timer.
I was (rather unpleasantly, I admit) surprised that I had agreed to a 5-7 minute autobiography.
5-7 minutes! I don't talk in that long a stretch about anything! Sure, I can read a book aloud or answer a few questions. But this is me, with or without notes, rambling on and on about my life? How would all these fresh acquaintances regard my gibberish?
I was faced head-on with one of my biggest fears and I realized I would need to summon all the courage I could muster.
Hoping I'd receive a response that would generate compassion and understanding, I related my plight to my mom.
No sympathy there. In fact, I think she was laughing.
