I took the beginnings of my class to my writers’ group on Wednesday and they had some really good suggestions. Basically I’d gone too deep and off-topic. But it was only the intro, so it wasn’t a huge deal to fix.

All day yesterday, I worked frantically on the presentation for the class. Choosing just the right visuals, just the right words, where do I want to go with this part of the topic… feeling like everything was going really well. The things I wanted to say were all falling together.

Then 10pm last night, I realized that I’d just spent the entire day, and the entire last three weeks, focusing on exactly the wrong thing for this talk… and basically, I need to scrap everything I’ve done up to this point.

It’s a 6-hour class. Tomorrow. That at least 10 people have paid quite a bit of money to attend. That’s an hour drive away. So today is it! No time tomorrow to do anything.

I am so f**ked.

And, yes, I can hear the Universe chuckling in the background, and indeed the neon “Learning Experience” sign is flashing its pretty rainbow of colors.

I just wish I had a clue where to go from here.

So, after dropping kid at school, I’m breakfasting with a friend, and hopefully she can get my head straightened out.

I really wish I wasn’t getting the impression that the Universe wants me to teach this whole class off my cuff, to wing the whole thing. Jeez-oh-petes that’s a frightening thought.

Oh, good grief… **sigh** As I typed that last sentence, the “Learning Experience” sign just flashed to “BINGO! We Have A Winner!” before returning to its normal irritating self.

**shaking head** I am so f**ked.