Yikes

Panic, code red! Why are you panicking you say? Because I am a planner, its what I do, I show up on time, I pick out my shoes 2 weeks before I need to wear them, I RSVP the day the invite comes and I like things done way way ahead of time. And like Jessi Spano I feel like there's no time, there's never any time (don't worry I wont turn to caffeine pills like she did). My two biggest shows are looming on the horizon and I feel like I don't have one iota of what I want done.

It wouldn't be so bad but I had a huge ceramics disaster on Tuesday, the only day this week I will be able to do ceramics adding insult to injury. I went to sand the piece for show of heads and I broke it, in half. That's right ruined it. So I did what any mature, rational person does, I called my husband and cried, called my friend and cried, cried to the dog, ate some cookies and then made it again. I like the second one better, but that's a whole day gone to making something I already made. Time cost because I wasn't watching what I did.

It seems like I have months but really I don't, I have time I can squeeze in around work and my crazy life. Its time like these I have to remember to breathe, either it gets done of it doesn't. But when I look at the wrecked piece from show of heads, I cant manage to smash it yet, my heart rate rises and I feel the familiar warm fingers of stress inching around my brain and squeezing until suddenly I am crying and eating cookies again. The good news is I ran out of emergency cookies today, so I guess I am going to have suck it up and get to work, that or go to the store and get Nutella, which heals all wounds!