I am tired today and I have been bone weary for a couple of months now. I took some vacation time and that helped, but I could have taken two more weeks and been perfectly happy about it. However, projects were stacking up, so last week I went back to work.
This Friday, I am driving three hours to Kansas City and then flying to Vancouver, Canada. I have never been to Vancouver, and from what I have seen, it is beautiful there. I am looking forward to the beautiful part. Just not the fact that I will be away from my family for a long weekend.
I know that once I get packed and on the road, I'll be fine. I'll enjoy my swank hotel room and the energy from the conference. But I am feeling so icky today that I can't yet imagine it.
Before I go, I not only have to figure out my wardrobe, but I also have to prepare the workshop presentation I am giving. I could give the presentation in my sleep. I have been saying it in my head, as I drive to pick up the kids from school or wander through the aisle of the grocery store. But I have to write a power point presentation to go with it. It's not a storytelling event: People want slides and diagrams and notes to go along with what I have to tell them. They want something tangible to take with them.
I should have sent out postcards last week to tell people about my workshop. I didn't. I got out the postcards, bought the mailing labels, and then I didn't do it. My husband tells me to leave the postcards around the conference hotel so people will come to my exhibit table. That's a good idea.
This is an important conference for me: Most of my clients belong to this organization. I will have to rally for it, but right now? I just don't have the energy.