on July 29, 2008
I guess this is it. No turning back now. Tomorrow morning, bright and EARLY, I hop a plane for San Francisco for my first ever RWA National Conference. I managed to keep the nerves at bay until yesterday. Then out of nowhere – BAM! – they hit me like a ton of bricks.
I’ve always had a nervous stomach, but I realize now I haven’t had much to be nervous about in a long time. The last time I was this nervous was probably the first time I got on stage to introduce an act. There’s been less happy nervous occasions since, but I’m already a hot mess so lets not dwell on those.
I know it’s irrational, but I haven’t been rational (about anything) for over 24 hours now. The packing is done, hamster-sitter found, house semi-clean. Everything is under control. So why do I feel out of control? Huh? Can you tell me that?!
Sorry. *breathes deeply* I’m fine. Really I am. Or I will be as soon as I get on that plane tomorrow. Anyone have any top-notch, can’t-miss remedies for nerves? What do you do to keep from tossing your cookies (or in my case Jell-O) all over the place? Any techniques for freak-out prevention?
PS: What could I have possibly to Mother Nature for her to send an earthquake to California the day before I get there?!?!?!