There once was a pirate captain who felt strongly that as the leader he should never show fear, or even be seen to bleed. Whenever he knew a particularly bloody battle was at hand, he would tell his first mate “Bring me my red pants” so that in case he took damage, the blood would not be seen. One day, as they were sailing along they found the biggest, meanest galleon that anyone on board had ever encountered. For every one of their guns, this ship had five. For every one of their men, this ship had 10 bigger men. It was a fight they were sure to lose, but one they could not avoid. “First Mate,” the Captain said. “Bring me my brown pants.”
On Saturday at 10:30 a.m. I give my first ever training as a freelance professional. I’m terrified that people will come, and terrified that they will not come. I’m excited to show everything I’ve put together, and extremely worried that it won’t be ready in time. I don’t want to fuck it up, but I’m interested to see how this breaks so I can fix it for next time.
I should just get the phrase “There’s a lot going on” tattooed across my forehead so everybody can stop hearing it from me over and over and over again.
Here is a picture of my dog.
Once again, my sweet boyfriend is already in bed and I am still up working on things. At least I finally got some actually real sleep last night. I woke up feeling like a God.
