How in the hell?

My pits are sweating so hard, my eyebrows, and running down my cheek, and the show producer is waiting for me to go on stage. I have about 10 seconds to get my mind in order or completely fumble and possibly bust my chin on the runway. Like every other show, the moment I see the bright lights all is well with the world. The best part about it is once I'm there, nothing else in the world exists. I'm not worried about the report I barely finished for work, I'm not obsessing about my dog being home alone, I'm not even stressing over what my boyfriend ate for dinner and why I keep tripping over his sneakers on my way to brush my teeth. So welcome to my world, where confident meets compulsive, and there's plenty of tea, with a dash of self help.