This Moved Me

I’m thinking back on the thrill of getting a request to speak.    Especially when those gigs are a few months away, it feels like you’ve got all the time in the world to create your talk.    A month out - you think - I should work on that - but I still have some time. I’ll get to it… later.  You know, waiting on that brilliant spark of inspiration.   And then suddenly you’re two weeks away, and panic sets in. No brilliant spark of inspiration - just a rock in the gut, realizing you’ve got a lot to do in a little time - and if you want to do this well you probably should have started… YESTERDAY.    The next two weeks are miserable. Stressful. You’re snapping at the people around you, staying up too late, not taking care of yourself (cause you’re doing this ON TOP of everything else…  Why does everything always happen at the same time, you ask yourself?!   And then - the moment comes - and you step out front… and instead of feeling like a rockstar cause you’re totally prepared - you feel scattered, scared, and