Epic story
Nov. 17th, 2008 07:46 amIt was time for Mummy to get out of her head and out of the house. I signed up to take a cooking class. It was a hands on affair with a sit-down dinner afterward. Even after I registered (about three weeks ago) I kept having regrets. "OMG Why am I doing this? I shouldn't spend that kind of money. I should cancel. I should just cancel. I am going to have an awful time. Who am I to think I should do this?" Pretty much the monster of insecurity was there going at me. It makes me think of a few episodes of Northern Exposure where Ed has this evil monster midget named low self-esteem that hassles him. It was like that. Usually visiting me just as I am trying to go to sleep. So a week before the class (when I couldn't cancel and get my money back) I kept having stomach-aches and having that feeling you get before going somewhere like summer camp or to a new school. "Everyone is going to hate me. I am going to have an awful time. Blah blah insecurity sauce."
( But I made myself go. )
( But I made myself go. )