You know that moment… when you’re waiting for an answer, waiting for the next step, or you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop…. that held breath, the suspended time. That frozen moment, where you feel like time has slowed and will never reach its conclusion.
Yeah. That’s where I am. I’m winding up the prep to film a class for Craftsy.com, and honestly, it’s a pretty epic class. It’s sort of blowing my mind. I’m feeling quite confident in my ability to convey the info, but I’m just not sure about my ability to do it RECORDED.
I’ve got all the knitting (sans a few swatches for demo purposes) done, and I’m putting together a box to ship out to Denver with materials and knitted pieces I’ll need while I’m there. I still need to sort out all the outfits I’ll be wearing for each of the different segments, and plan what I’m bringing vs. what I’m packing.
I feel about as prepared as is humanly possible, and yet I feel like I’m struggling through a pool of molasses to reach the other side. I’m feeling twitchy and ungrounded, and nervous as hell. And 10 days more of this seems like a REALLY long time. I’m hoping not to develop an ulcer as a result of it.
Perhaps more yoga, more mediation and less caffeine….