Day 1: Glorious Hypocrisy

Fantastic little creatures

I'm sitting here shovelling peas-and-pasta leftovers into my face, stopping a dog chewing a wound, glancing at the clock every four and a half seconds so that I'll notice when I'm finally, definitely going to make myself late and screaming through lists of things to do in my head as this day gathers momentum... all the while taking notes on cortisol, testosterone, oxytocin and stress reduction techniques, thinking 'Fuck, will I get these done before I need to leave...?'

I am delighting in my own delight about this, rather than facing down my imposter or fighting off shame. You're all welcome, but ridicule and affection jumped the queue. 

And anyway, I love peas.