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?