Coming to a Close
Closing night is fast upon us. I've been going through my usual pre-closing partum depression, but this time it's been a little harder. Alex, whom I've grown very fond of and love dearly, will not be continuing on to the next show. She may not come back to do other shows at my theatre, so I'm saddened and depressed at the prospect of not being able to cater to her every whim.
I'm also having anxiety attacks about not having anything to do for the next three weeks, which really isn't true. I've got a trip to Oregon planned. I'm planning on taking voice lessons with Deb, which I've been wanting to do for over a month now. It boils down to the fact that I've been such a workaholic for so long that I have forgotten how to relax and enjoy my down time. I warned Deb that I may just show up at her doorstep and demand to clean her house! Elliot told me that if I did that he'd kick me in my junk! That's cool, I'll wear a cup.
I'm also having anxiety attacks about not having anything to do for the next three weeks, which really isn't true. I've got a trip to Oregon planned. I'm planning on taking voice lessons with Deb, which I've been wanting to do for over a month now. It boils down to the fact that I've been such a workaholic for so long that I have forgotten how to relax and enjoy my down time. I warned Deb that I may just show up at her doorstep and demand to clean her house! Elliot told me that if I did that he'd kick me in my junk! That's cool, I'll wear a cup.