Nerves

I have a lunch meeting with one of the founders of the Zienzele Foundation, which I've been interning for this quarter. I won't be the only one there, of course - in fact, it might be hard for me to even make myself noticeable. Which is okay, because I'm super nervous. What if she doesn't like me? What if I put my foot in it somehow? What if she hates my hair/pants/laugh?

Okay. These are obviously silly irrational anxieties, probably exacerbated by the stress of eating in an unfamiliar restaurant and the huge amount of food I ate last night. Seriously, this woman created a non-profit organization in order to help Zimbabwean AIDS orphans. "Nice" probably doesn't come close. And if she doesn't like me that much, fine - she's not the woman I work with directly. That person likes me.

As for the eating - I really, really need to let that go. I ate a lot last night. I ate even after I wasn't hungry anymore. I ate dessert. Okay. It's done, it's over with, and I don't have to beat myself up over it. There's nothing inherently wrong with eating a lot at a potluck with friends. Okay? Okay. Now stop thinking about it.

UPDATE: The lunch was fantastic. Holy crap. The woman is unbelievable - the work she's done, the stories she told. We came up with so many ideas! Once we get the new website together, I'll post more information about Zienzele.