Good morning. It's early and cold here, in Melissa's large and under-heated loft in North Adams, MA. She and I are just having our coffee, will soon shower and change, and pack my things up in her little Suburu for the hour drive to Lennox, Massachusetts. There, I check into Shakespeare & Company, and this afternoon, I'll be in my first workshop, scared, excited, expectant, and more or less ready.
Last night, I was petrified. I had a full-on anxiety attack, which was soothed by Melissa's great understanding and loverly mothering (she's a good one, M.) Every time I get a new job, which promises to stretch me, I freak out. This time is no different. I'm in over my head and know it. But, every time I do this, it works out, more or less. So, last night was--let's hope--the most frightening moment of the next month.
Balls. Big, colorful, balloon balls.
I will be keeping you apprised. Until then, merry kwanzachanamas and happy new year.