Insert relieved emoji. That gathering was fine. It was good. It was really good. I had a greatish time.

Panic attack abated. But, I knew it would. No, really! I did! I’m very good at conveying earth-shattering panic. (sorry)

So, how did I know? It’s Show Time. You know, like when you have the worst stomach flu in the world and you also have a matinee today. There’s this zone. You’re Fine. Then, when the show is over, you’re exactly the same sick again.

“The show must go on” isn’t just a cliche. It’s true. For me, it might take a while to get there but I do – did. Try to.

Bottom line, this is the absolution of my earlier post. I rubbed some dirt on it*, took a shower, put on tights, make-up, a dress and my game face. Ta-da!

All better.

Now, I’m waiting for my 7:00 to show up at the Colectivo on Humboldt aka my office.

Thank you for putting up with my psychotic stream of consciousness earlier today. I blatantly and uashamedly used you all for a safety valve. Let a little steam off the top so I could keep moving forward. I owe you one.

 

*Rub some dirt on it… Playing hard in the backyard, take a major header, ground some turf in your knees, chin starts to quiver, mom comes outside, sees no blood and tells you to rub some dirt on it and walk it off. Moms are so smart. Words to live by.