The last thing I need is another calendar. I’ve got a big one devoted to keeping all my meetings on track and it works like a charm. And yet, I carted home a prop-up desk calendar yesterday, complete with an inspiration on each square. It was the title that hooked me, Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff.
I’ve got a lot going on, meetings aside. In a month and four days, I am sending my book baby out into the world. Every day I think of something new to wonder about. Will there be people? Will the book arrive on time? Will it be well received? You can see where I’m going with this, I’m sweating all the small stuff and a lot of it is the stuff I can’t control.
The venue is booked and the chef assures me the food will be great. The sample readings I’ve done of a few pieces got the response I was hoping for. Still, there must be something I’ve missed on the yards long list of things I must do before the day arrives.
Back to the calendar. Since today is March 11th and the calendar is a 2023, I have some catching up to do. I started taking the previously passed days off the pad and stalled on the words of January the 4th. That one square had impact. It was about first impressions. I wondered what kind of first impression I would make, then I remembered it was highly likely anyone who shows up to a book launch has already met you and, dare I say, liked your impression, or they wouldn’t be at your launch? I don’t mean that to sound egotistical, if it does, I apologize. I’m simply saying, those who know me, do. Those who don’t won’t likely be there. I ripped that sweaty moment off the calendar pad and moved along. I may have muttered, “Small stuff, small stuff.”
The updates on the launch planning etc. will arrive in a speedier fashion, or so I hope. I could get sidetracked by another piece of advice from my desktop calendar, or I could skip ahead to my birthday and see what that day says. I’m pondering. No, I believe I’ll rip them off two at a time and before you know it, I’ll be up to date and this paper antiperspirant will be working like magic.