Sometimes, sometimes the Project seems overwhelming. Not worth my time. Frought with fright. On those days, it’s easy to talk myself out of working on it at all.
Those days I tell myself “Just 15 minutes” — much like I told myself when I worked out with regularity. I know that 15 minutes can make a difference. After 15 minutes, I allow myself to stop if I want. Usually I’m pretty happy with what I’ve accomplished…(I procrastinate if I think something is going to take me a long time)…and usually I want to continue.
The overview is coming along nicely. I’m using old school calendars to remind me of all the nonsense that goes on during the year. I salvaged some teaching items from the basement wreckage. Inspiration is everywhere. I get excited. I don’t want to stop.
I don’t want to stop. It’s just that sometimes I don’t want to start.
In other news, I actually went to see a sketch show the other day…it was dynamic and well-paced. The writer/performer in me started analyzing…I liked a lot of what I saw. I picked up on tricks. I saw the short cuts and the craft. I hope to be able to get out and see more. I forgot how much I actually like, you know, theater.
In other other news…the show I did pseudo-choreography for is having a production meeting followed by a cast party this week. For some reason I am anxious. For some unknown, stupid, unjustified reason. We’ll see how it goes. Let’s hope it’s nothing but a love fest.
Also, just for funsies, I’m breaking out for the first time since I had hormonal cystic acne when I was pregnant. I love how zits and wrinkles are battling for supremacy on my face.
Also, no…I don’t work out anymore. Who has time with all this script writing going on?