How is it possible to do so much and yet not feel like anything’s being done at all. I had THIS breakdown last night, and thankfully I had the awesome guidance of Alicia Santos to get me through my mid-show breakdown. But I still don’t understand. I comprehend that I’m doing a fuck of a lot, but it doesn’t feel like I’m doing anything. This disconnect is tripping up my mind and making me insane. Somehow I’ll make it through, I always manage to at least find my way to the middle at some point.
Two rehearsals a day start tomorrow morning.
So I should be sleeping, but my brain is freaking the fuck out and silently conspiring against any notion of real sleep.
The rest of the night should be interesting…to say the least.
Hopefully I will arise tomorrow a functioning human being, but that remains to be seen.
March, I feel like you’re going to test me. And for once I feel prepared to face it. Brang it on.
Things to do this week:
Last night was the first night in WEEKS where I actually felt like I slept uninterrupted by either my thoughts or the outside world, and it felt lovely and right.
The Kinks- Tired of Waiting
CTG (Sherwood Intern)
Getting my ducks in a row and going for broke, once again. Life is about to take me on a ride, and I’m buckled in and ready for wherever it’s willing to take me.