We were silent as the car left the coziness of our home to the bright lights of the train station. I’d never been so anxious.
At the drop-off bay, I opened the door to leave and gave a barely noticeable lurch … barely noticeable. My husband looked at me with wide eyes.
“Did you just throw up in your mouth?!”
“No …” (I lied.)
And so I went, to run the copywriting workshop that made me (almost) decide to give up live workshops altogether and only teach online.