I was hoping to sleep in this morning because I didn't have to go in to work until 1, but no such luck. I had to get up and bring Marisa over to Sara and Kylie's so she could get a ride to work. But I choose to be grateful for the extra 20 minutes of sleep I was able to get.
Moving on, I had a client meeting this morning. Yes, a real client. For whom I will be designing things and having said things printed. Professionally. I started getting nervous about it yesterday as if I haven't done something like this before. Maybe just because, for the past year, my clients have consisted of, well, me.
But I go through this cycle every time. I accept a project and think No big deal. Then the beginning approaches and I begin to freak out. Then I go all obsessive compulsive and do everything like the crazed perfectionist that I am. And then everything is fine. So really, the freaking out is a part of my creative process that is necessary in order to get work done. Hmm...curious.
After the meeting, I had a doctor's appointment where they gave me medication that gave me a number of brown spots all over my legs that caused my campers to ask me repeatedly why I had mud/chocolate/root beer on my leg. I told them it was from a mud bath/medicine/when I got thirsty and spilled. The doctor also used this gun-thingie with a needle-thingamabob on the end and shot me up with some liquid nitrogen. And because I know you are wondering, liquid nitrogen is cold, it stings, and it is very, very cold. It also stings. And is cold.
The rest of the day back at camp went just fine. My campers, they are the cutest things. More on them later.
Creole Belle
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