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September 10th, 2001 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Sweating Bullets

The curse of being a perfectionist is never being done. I’ve vowed to myself that all work on my presentation will cease after tomorrow, since I actually have to do it Wednesday. I don’t want to over-prepare or over-rehearse, because I’ll suck the life out of the damn thing. I’m giving myself all of Wednesday to conserve my energy.

I’ve done classes before, but this is more like a performance, and it’s a hell of a lot more personal. And, never being one to miss an opportunity, I’m really trying to push myself to deliver something outstanding.

Right now, I feel a bit out of my league. The good news is I have enough faith in myself to muddle through it with what I have right now. The bad news is I really, really don’t want to just muddle through it.

>Conny and I met with Jeff for dinner. He’s one of the co-hosts of the the >T.E.S. Novice group, and the one that tricked invited me to present. I went over the outline, and talked about the opening. He had some good words of advice, and felt pretty comfortable with what I’ve got. That made me feel a bit better.

I’d wish for one more week to prepare, but I’d just piss it away like I did all the the other weeks I had. My pacing is horrible.

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