Enjoying some fine patio time: no wind, mild (t-shirt & shorts) temperature, a glass of Berryessa Gap (local) Tempranillo in hand. I am restless; want to ride/run/work myself into endorphin heaven and must settle for some relaxation. It's not working. I want to do that which I cannot.
So in 10 days I'm to give a speech about service at my Installation of officers luncheon. I volunteered, was asked by my friend and President-elect, accepted, and am now...speechless.
Normally glib, gifted somewhat at extemporaneous speechifying, I find myself at a loss. I have a nebulous idea of the impact I want to deliver, the point I want to make, and cannot come up with the language to put it all together. I'm puzzled and frustrated. I suspect that my procrastination is due to the pressure I've put on myself for a "perfect" speech.
I know I need to put that nonsense aside and just let the language come from my heart. I'm willing to bet that the day of the installation I come up with just what I need for it to work.
Meanwhile, I sit here, trying to relax, and resisting all the while.
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