But I'm there. I've signed the contract, the only way out is through, stuff like that. I know myself well enough to know that I could dissolve into a horribly unpleasant person throughout all this so I am setting three goals/rules for myself.
1) I'm bringing back 30 days of gratitude. I open Dec 3 which is exactly 30 days away and making myself think at least one good thought every day seems needful. I will be doing that here, not on any set schedule except once a day (defined as before I go to bed). If I miss a few days please poke me.
2) I get to complain to J (and maybe here) about one thing each day. Even if 12 things go horribly wrong the idea is to not bring the full dozen home to spew all over my lovely boyfriend. Hopefully this will also speed my letting go of the other 11 things.
3) (with thanks to something
That's the plan. I'm about to be back in front of a computer most of the day, though busy. I'll have AIM on for those who know it, but it's usually buried behind several windows so please don't be offended if I don't see you pop up.
Breathing.
***Also between the illness and getting this thing ready to go I haven't read much of my flist for the last week. I'm skimming along, but if I missed anything I absolutely need to know please point me at it. And thanks in advance for being marvelous, attractive people.***
(not to enable, but ... oy child actors)
oy child actors indeed. I have a feeling our issue this time is going to be some kids who are very savvy about filmic things, but not so much the stage. And they're really young: last year the kids were 13-16, this year they're 11-13. I don't think the director really understands how different that is.