I woke up yesterday morning after a good eight hour sleep and my first thought was, "I don't want to get up." I had a lot of thinking and planning to do for my upcoming class and I needed to get it done in the morning before a colleague came over in the afternoon for a meeting. Along with the planning, I needed to cook breakfast and lunch and clean the house and hang with the kids. But mainly, I just didn't want to deal with the work.
Yet, like many things with an impending deadline, I rose to the occasion and actually did a fairly magnificent job.
But now it's today and the pressure is really on. My class begins tonight. I'd wanted the ENTIRE thing mapped out, organized, prepped, planned, set up and I'm nowhere near that space. I hate it. The stress of planning this close to the deadline can be immobilizing instead of fun and challenging and creative. And that's part of the problem - I like planning things out, but I get caught up in all these great ideas that it takes far more time than I have to give.
And really, right now, I'm just sitting and drinking coffee and wishing for magic to make it all go away. ha. Laughing. I think I'm gonna have to get up off my butt, take a shower so I feel like a clean human, brew another cup of coffee and just get to work!!! I'm going to keep telling myself that the reason I'm in this pickle is because my right brain knows exactly what it's doing and knows it doesn't need any more time than I have. I hope that's the case.
Sometimes things don't happen till you make them happen. Sighing. As much as I love magical thinking, it just doesn't always seem to manifest itself in the ways I hope for. And so now I am off to begin the day which will probably end just fine.
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