The world has narrowed down this week: it's all about Yarn Harvest. I feel like I'm doing theatre again. The event's tomorrow, and I'm really glad that it's almost over, so I can stop stressing about it. There's the part of me that worries it'll all go pear-shaped, and the part of me that hopes it'll be spectacular.
At this point, all I can do is let go and live with it. What happens, happens, and what doesn't, doesn't. C'est la vie; que sera, sera.
Let's just hope that thought'll stop me grinding my teeth tonight.