So I guess this is another post in what seems to have turned into a self-care series. Hi! *Waves*
By the time you’re reading this, the show I’ve been working on for the past few months will have closed. It’s bittersweet since it was a wonderful show and the cast was fantastic— both in their roles and in rolling with, well, a series of very live theatre events. I’m just as much a ‘keep on muddling through’ sort as the next theatre person, but sometimes one simply can’t do that and you have to send the audience home halfway through act two. Sometimes the machinery breaks or everyone gets sick at the same time, or the HVAC system shuts down, or the freaking weather outside swells everything into immobility or lord only knows what else could go wrong. You’d be amazed. Still, it was a great time and I’m kind of sad that it’s over. There was some amazing talent and some of the highs matched the lows we had (parties, friendships, shared meals, a marriage proposal complete with spotlights and a full live orchestra…) and my fellow spot-op and I were laughing in the last show almost as much as we were for opening night.
But man am I glad I don’t have to go in this week. Or next. In fact, I only have a few days where I’m filling in for someone in February, and I’m otherwise free as a bird until the end of May! Well, free to be a writer and a mom full time again, anyway. Although… this week, I might take some time off the writing part. I’m exhausted. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, you name it and it’s tired.
Going in to work at a theatre is both energizing for me and also draining. I have to use a lot of spoons to beth through all the perfectly normal interacting involved, but at the same time, it’s seriously unhealthy for me to spend my whole life sitting behind my computer not interacting with anyone at all. I love my characters but they’re not really real people, and they can’t substitute for them.
Also, getting home late after the show and the kind of long drive, then getting up to get The Boy off to school on time has been leeching my sleep away for months now. I try to grab a bit of a nap in the afternoon before I get him home from school and head out, but lately, I can’t seem to get my eyes shut. So my body is starting to complain bitterly about all of it.
And then there’s Brian. Bloody half-demon whiner. I can’t get him where I need him,
and I can’t figure out where else he could go to get him to cooperate. I’m clearly missing something here, and no matter how hard I try to sort him out, I’m failing miserably. My creativity is feeling tapped out.
I love working in theatre. It soothes something inside my soul that I can’t really put into words very well (says the writer…) But at the same time, I need to balance it with time spent away from the drama, both literal and figurative. It takes a lot of inner strength to be able to go on with the show, and I’m about tapped out. So. I’m going to take it easy on myself this week. With some luck, I’ll have some news for you on Thursday regarding upcoming releases, but mostly I’m going to sleep and read and try to get some non-ladder based exercise. Maybe even some fresh air! Self-care. It’s the thing that keeps the novels flowing.