Caught in the headlights 7am

I have a recurring dream. It involves suddenly being aware that I am traveling to an important professional event and ….I’m not ready. I can’t find my suitcase, I have no passport and worse, I have no clothes – not even the ones I should be wearing and usually, I’m desperate for the loo.
 
You can swop in the details if you like. Either I’m trying to find these things frantically at home, or still in the office scrabbling amongst papers. No, don’t ask me why I’m in the office with no clothes or why my suitcase would be hidden under the desk. I have no idea and it usually causes me a great deal of distress. Or, I could already be at the station, at the airport, in the hotel abroad and of course, I could handle the clothes thing if only I had a credit card, but that would be in my pocket wouldn’t it? The one on the jeans that I’m not wearing? Or I do have clothes, but the ones I wear to work in my garden, not to go and meet clients.
 
Lately I started working with children. You’ll be glad to know that I was wearing clothes in that dream, but I took them on a ten day trip abroad with nothing but a sandwich and book.
 
Fortunately the reality is usually different from the dream – although I’m good at losing my passport just before I travel and spending panic-ridden moments searching for it. I’m good at not being organized enough either and having to take dirty washing with me that I wash furtively like some cheap smuggler in my room or that I have to send to dry cleaning before the event starts, at great expense of course.
 
And today, right now, here I am…. not ready. I literally do have no clothes – I’m still in my dressing gown, sleep remains clogged to my face and eyes – there was no time for a shower. I haven’t eaten, just grabbed some yoghurt from the fridge and you know what? I didn’t even get to sleep all that much – I spent the whole night blogging from my bed and checking the clock. I even found my dear Sean checking the clock for me, lest we both over-sleep and miss this important date, but guess what?
 
I’m not ready for this mission I’ve given myself. Character profiles are not ready, people are still being created, ideas still being thrown. I’m not ready and I’ve been caught in the headlights with my trousers down.
 
As the clock ticks round there are still 24 hours to go. I’ll get ready. You’ll have to be patient while I find some clothes and remember that plot, but you know what? Let’s just let the fun begin!