The Jitters

"It will all be O.K.," I tell myself.

No matter what I do beforehand, there is always too much that still needs doing.  And I worry.  Incessantly.  "How will I ever make the plane tomorrow," the little voice deep inside my head keeps saying.  How indeed.

I should be happy, of course.  Thrilled.  But I am not.  Is my throat scratchy?  My stomach doesn't fell very good.  I'm so tired.  When will I sleep?  I still have to pack.  What will I take?  Computer?  Which camera?  Lenses?

Oh, shit. I have to fill out a tax extension form TODAY.  When will I have time to do that?  I have to mail the polarizing filter back to John and send a check off to The New 55 project, too. I have a shoot tonight, but I haven't heard from the model.  Maybe she won't call.  I don't have time to shoot tonight.  I think I broke a bone in my foot.  I won't be able to walk.  What if it rains?

Etc.

Am I the only one?

Really.  I'm falling apart.

There certainly will be no post tomorrow morning.  I'll send word from D.C.