Called to be an “expert” on a particular foreign law on short notice. I have a knot in my stomach. I’m a strange mucky pot of soup of:
- Dang, I need to brush up on this and make mental and paper outlines.
- Dang, I need to switch to millennial-speak explaining to young(er) start-up entreps. The inadequacy I feel is possibly imagined more than real, but it’s not a lingo I’ve imbibed.
- Dang, I need to remind myself that I can’t doubt myself now.
- Dang, I need to repeat to myself: This is your niche, a very narrow area, that you know better than any one in the room, and if you freeze, JUST WING IT.
Bring it on. And then bring on the weekend. I need a drink.
miss chicago 