I’m running two workshops on today.
A unique experience.
Biggest pressure is, will I have enough energy to do it?
Will the cup of coffee at lunch time keep me going?
Energy, physical energy, such an amazing thing. We are nothing without it.
When I don’t have it, I feel like…nothing, like some half-baked, shell of a somebody.
Not many people see me like that. The hidden persona, sucked dry of juice.
Waiting for Godot.