Hourglass

Today, on the way downtown, my mother asked me an interesting question regarding my project. She asked me, "Does your heart pound really fast when you do these things and talk to these people?" I suppose the answer varies. It's like when I'm singing a solo at school or something. The second before I start, my heart is pounding like you wouldn't believe. I can't sing the phrase prior to the one I'm singing solo, because I'm too busy steadying my breathing and concentrating on not suffocating before my part comes. Then I start singing, and my heart is calming down slightly, realizing that I have it under control more than I thought.
What really makes my heart pound is that several days ago, I didn't meet anyone, and, today, I have failed to meet someone again. I'm sitting in a coffee shop, which is always a great place to meet people, so hope isn't quite lost for today, but the thought that, come tomorrow night, I could potentially be behind three people, is the one that really, truly terrifies me.
Maybe I'll meet someone tonight, maybe not.
I'll get it all under control eventually.
At least, I believe that for the sake of my fast-beating heart.
Wish. Me. Luck.