Sometimes I want to slap myself. I don't think it's conceited to say that I have great ideas. And I have the ability to execute them. The problem is my perfectionism.I want to see things done right. I want large scale. I want fog rolling in, bright lights and lots and lots of pizazz. So tomorrow I have a huge work event that I am FREAKING OUT about.
I'm cooking a gazillion things (and trying to figure out how I'm going to carry it all on the bus), I've been running errands for weeks (on my own dime) and I have to be meet with a parent in the midst of all the chaos.
So I'm much ado ... much, much ado.
