Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Mood: Celebratory.

When I start doing something again after a fair amount of time away from it, there’s always a ramp-up period where I worry about my skill set. During that period I have no idea whether or not I can still make the magic and deliver the goods, and I can be a little — fraught. Yes, let’s call it fraught.

All of this is to say I’ve been a bit wobbly these last two days as I put together the client’s first training module. I took a little longer than usual to finish it because I wanted it to be as clean as possible for a first draft and show that I was the right choice to hire as an instructional designer (because anal-retentive, c’est moi). So I turned the module in this afternoon and held my breath. An hour later I got word that they’re really pleased with it and I just need to make some stylistic changes and tweak some things (which I knew was going to happen — I need to learn their in-house style and this is the best way to do it).

So if you heard a whoosh of air coming from the clavicle of Texas, that was me releasing a large sigh of relief. In fact, I told Ramón that I’m sweeping him off to Dimassi’s for a lovely Mediterranean buffet dinner in celebration that I’m still Da Woman when it comes to technical documentation.

Well, that and it means I don’t have to cook.