I pour my coffee, add a dash of hazelnut syrup and will myself not to walk back past my computer. If I do it will draw me in like a giant Venus Flytrap. It is the morning of the eve of the launch of my very first ecourse and I am holding the space for almost 400 beautiful, eager, excited, anxious creatives. I feel like a mama hen to all of them, thoughts racing around my mind, worried that my students wont have found the scratch foam needed for week one, worried that I haven’t given enough, or that I am not enough…worried about the very things I tell my students not to worry about. Breathe…repeat…I am enough…breathe…..repeat…I am enough…. I have fallen into a bad habit of checking emails as soon as I wake, made worse by the fact that the time difference between Australia and other parts of the world is so great. Often when I wake there are frantic emails from students who haven’t received info or can’t find suggested supplies, written hours befo