On edge

I am traveling today to a nearby city for a multi-day meeting that I helped plan and execute. Over 700 attendees, so there are many of us behind the scenes. I am "carpooling" with a colleague, leaving the office shortly to grab a cab to a ferry to another colleague's hometown, where she will pick us up for the final (driving) leg. I am ready to go. I am sitting here, my stuff beside me, all set. If I were going alone, I'd be gone, out there, waving down a cab, happy to be early at the ferry (which I've never been to), but when I travel with others I usually bury my nervous nellie nature and follow other's more laid-back schedules. But today I am even more of a bundle of anxiety than usual, no doubt because the next three days will be jam-packed intensity, and I just want to get it started so I can get it over with.