the inside of my chest feels like a squash court, packed with roughly 12 hyperactive squash players.

Stomach in knots. That second cup of coffee was probably ill advised.

Studio visit today. I'm pumped and I'm nervous. The apartment needs cleaning. What will I say? I haven't talked about my work in quite some time. I will speak simply. I will be honest. I don't want to come across as a fraud.

Whatever the outcome, I'm grateful for this opportunity. I'm encouraged to keep going. Wish me luck.