A weird sensation of temporary calm has come over me, after one week of constantly wanting to vomit and cry. The conference I have been planning since summer is tomorrow. I have promoted this conference via support groups around the state, registered 180 guests, booked 4 speakers, printed promotional materials, printed CEU certificates for professionals, arranged for catering, audio visual recording, booked a venue, and secured four pharmaceutical sponsorships.
I did all of this. Me alone. The conference is tomorrow. Let’s do this shit.