Catch up on Part One here first:
âWhat doesnât kill me makes me stronger.â *
âFriedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the the Idols (1888)
* . . . but it makes you weaker first.1 Where we left off:
On the day of the Strengthscope workshop, I was so nauseous I could barely stand. I couldnât look at the computer, and the slide deck still needed finishing touches. I also hadnât yet created the facilitator guide with the module-by-module timing breakdown, because I was focused on getting the slides right first. I would need to do both, then find my way to a print shop.
But I couldnât pry myself off the floor. As the clock was ticking, I started panicking. I didnât know what to do.
The gig was in five hours. It seemed unimaginable to get dressed, let alone leave the hotel, and certainly impossible to facilitate in this state.
How on earth would I get through this?
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