YES.
it has come to a point where I think that I'm ready to let go of a large proportion of the shit. It's the middle of the storytelling festival and my jaw is permanently set in half-stressed worry to the point where i wake up, teeth ground to gums, aching face from anxious sleep. I think this may be too much of a project for me to have tried to orchestrate alone. At least I'll know for next time.
T and J are together more intensely that I ever imagined, and whilst that still makes me feel lonely, I can see that they are happy in ways that could never have involved me. We're just different like that. I still have some way to go, but the performers at the festival have been inspiring and I'm now just frustrated that I have to go through all this end of degree malarkey before unleashing onto the world. I miss writing and performing, and I had forgotten that I'm not too bad. Had to host on monday night with the performance poets and again, wasn't bad. Ended up being family anecdotal quite a lot but asides from that, it was smooth, and I had a really good time.
T and J are together more intensely that I ever imagined, and whilst that still makes me feel lonely, I can see that they are happy in ways that could never have involved me. We're just different like that. I still have some way to go, but the performers at the festival have been inspiring and I'm now just frustrated that I have to go through all this end of degree malarkey before unleashing onto the world. I miss writing and performing, and I had forgotten that I'm not too bad. Had to host on monday night with the performance poets and again, wasn't bad. Ended up being family anecdotal quite a lot but asides from that, it was smooth, and I had a really good time.