Not the movie, It has been my day. First thing this morning storms moving through the area. Exciting thing driving through hail. Storm chasers were staying at the hotel next to the gym, and two of the guys were talking about it what they suspected the storms were going to do. Way to set a tone of apprehension for the day guys – thanks for that!
Electricity was off when I returned home so no computer – nice. Starting to panic about not having my seminar notes printed, and my power point is still incomplete. My phone was nearly dead from listening to my music on the phone instead of mp3 player, and everything I thought I would do to take my mind off the panic rising within me required the use of electricity.
The storm passed, with another on its heels to arrive within a couple of hours. Great! I can get in a couple of hours work and wrap this up before it arrives. Isn’t it funny how things never quite work how you plan? Distractions just seem to jump out sometimes and even though they may be opportunities, I was on a tight schedule here. Never the less, I succumbed to the distraction.
Did I mention before that I’m speaking on getting control over your emotions as part of my presentation? Yeah, well I got excited about an opportunity to travel to France. A beautiful Chateau, very reasonably priced, a paradise waiting for me. I started calculating – we could so do this! What a wonderful vacation to give our girls before they head off to college. Then I started adding the other travel expenses like airfare. OUCH! I had been at the pinnacle of the rollercoaster, you know that peak of the climb where you seem to just hang in stillness for a few seconds?
Well, the plunging ride down that slope to the crash at the bottom knocked the breath out of me. I hit rock bottom and I hit hard. maybe it’s the intensity I’ve been working at this for the last few days, or even the months I’ve put into the planning but I crashed and burned. My elation was replaced by a pit of despair as I ran the numbers in my head, and ran through the necessary expenses, and the practical things we should spend that kind of money on instead of being frivolous. I heard my husband’s voice of reason and got angry with him because I knew what he would say and what his reaction would be.
MInd you, this was a one person rollercoaster ride. It was a complete debate, argument, reasoning session within my own head. Strange maybe but I’d be willing to bet that everyone has done this on more than one occasion. HIs irrational imagined response made me furious, because I knew after so many years of marriage exactly what he would say. How else do you make a good case to present such an opportunity in the first place?
Finally with a feeling of hopelessness, I gave up on the vacation idea and resumed working on my presentation. I had to go over it just one more time to be prepared. I had to laugh at my own reactions. Here I was going to speak on managing your emotions and I was a perfect example of what NOT to do. Oh brother! I hung my head in my hands, wondering what on earth ever possessed me to think I could have something worthwhile to say to anyone. There was no getting out of this now – unless the tornado came through.
I became suddenly aware of the time that I had wasted and the fact that it was time to get the kids from school My daughter has her permit, and I let her drive. Trust me when I tell you that facing an audience feeling unprepared is nothing compared to the terror of my daughter behind the wheel. IN a distance of 10 miles, we had 4 near misses.
She said “I like it better when Daddy rides with me, he doesn’t yell at me.”
Maybe not, but he’s not stressed about speaking at a seminar! He’s also an easy-going kind of guy. I wanted to kiss the ground when I got out of the car.
We unloaded body parts from the car and carried them into the house. the mannequin was unassembled and I had to figure out how she went together and find some clothes for her. Lusty wench only wore a banket around her when I retrieved her, not to mention where her detached hand was when I collected her parts. At least Sir Rustalot was a gentleman and kept his armour on!
The storms are dissipating so there’s no help from that front – no pun intended. Looks like I’m going to have to go through with this thing after all. I decided I better print out my notes before I forget aaaaannnnnnnddddd – we’re out of ink – lovely!
The rest of my evening will be running into town for an ink cartridge, returning home to load a knight and his, um I use the term lady loosely here, into the car, dig out the flame thrower, find those black cloths, and somewhere in there manage to prepare dinner for my family. I’m sure I will be up late stressing over the printed notes searching for errors, and places where I can cut and add, continually editing. Who knows what will actually come out tomorrow!
Someone said they may record the seminar. I may have to get a copy just to find out what I said myself. If nothing else maybe they’ll like my jokes. If not, I’m wearing my New Balance shoes so I can run really fast!