Opening night.

If you pay attention, you can see your life circle back on you--
did you really figure out how to deal with this?

I can't get in to details about work here.
But I can say this:
Last fall's disillusionment was hard to live through,
but I made it one of the best things that ever happened to me
by learning everything I could from the fallout.
This fall, I kept my eyes open and my paperwork in order.
History tried to repeat itself, but it couldn't.
I was too smart for it.

How do you like that?

I'm cringing right now. I feel the fates at work in my life.
And I'm desperately afraid of tempting them.

But I'm proud of how I've handled myself over the last three months.
(The months I haven't been writing.)
I've been doing some of the most exciting work of my life.
I've learned to supervise without losing
my connection to the work I'm handing off.
I've met insane deadlines by the fingernails.
I've learned how to get backup when I need it.
And I chose a wonderful group of people
to help me get everything done.

Which we did. In the nick of time, as it were.

On the other see of the saw:
I haven't slept.
I picked up smoking again.
I've lost close to thirty pounds since August.
I had my period for over a month,
but I couldn't stop to go to a doctor.

Sounds manic, doesn't it?

Especially the fact that I loved every minute of it.
Even the ones where I was weeping on the roof,
tossing snotty napkins and cigarette butts
into puddles on the rainy asphalt.

A craftsperson I look up to told me once
that people who get in to theatre are adrenalin junkies.

Some people mountain-bike. We make costumes.

And the costumes? They are made.
And they are beautiful.

Comments

[mayberry]

I bet they are just gorgeous ... someday I'm going to come see them in person!