The Bloody Doors Off

My friend Kate assures me this is so. And if she’s right, this is what I am experiencing tonight.

I spent the morning in a relaxed state. Coffee, the Daily Show, the news. Lunch with my brother Kevin. A trip to the post office for my passport. A walk-around in Canadian Tire. (If only I had money…)

I was barely in the door when the emails started flying in. Four jobs from one of my clients. And most of them needed to be turned by tomorrow. I lived for this shit. Bring it on, I’d cry to the heavens. I’ll show you what I’m made of.

For a moment, I was there again.

Then I fell back to earth. I had a soft fall, though. I caught myself. Stopped when I needed to. Reconfirmed timelines with the client.

So, stressful. But good thing? Maybe.

p.s. My dramaturge wrote back on my new draft (though it’s not complete, I needed feedback). He loved what I’d done so far. Even asked if I was considering breaking the play into 2 acts. Like I didn’t have enough stress… 🙂

And because I’ve done this a few times, a visual/musical interpretation of how I’m feeling right now.