Right now I am split into two people: one us a director professional person and one is having a crazy panic attack. Shit. I really hate when this happens. I put on my fake happy face and please everyone while the inside is crawled up in a ball, on fire, in the dark, etc etc.
I hate being in authentic but I really hate people knowing I am just terrified of all that’s around me. Perhaps a walk will help.
Ok, face on, now into the world.