Worn Down

I have no right to complain. Almost everything i am going through right now is of my own doing. I realize this, but at the same time, most of it because of my naiveté, taking on too much because i thought to myself, "How hard could it be?"

Being in two shows at the same time was a really bad idea. I thought that most I would have to deal with is the line and blocking memorization, but it never occurred to me that I would have to deal with the stress of two shows as well.

I also never thought that having such little free time would make matters worse. In the hour or so I have when I get up in the morning, and in the hour or so that I have before bed, I try to block all stress and concern that I have about everything going on in my life so I can start my day on a good note. Lately, that is becoming harder and harder to do. The day that I can leave a bulk of the stress behind is on the 10th of October, the night after "Inspecting Carol" closes. I'm fairly certain I don't know what I am going to do with myself, but I know it will be a relief. I might be wrong, but I think this will be the first time I won't suffer from Post Theatre Depression. I hope I don't. Sent from my iPad

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