hell week

and so it begins.
well, the first dress rehearsal is always shaky, right?
after six hours of stop and go, shushing, a sweat inducing costume, painful realizations, and a lack of stress relief outlets, i was, maybe for the first time ever, ready to leave the rec. and yet, now that i'm home, i'm wishing i was back there. it's a thrilling time. and the show is gonna be great, i know it is. i have faith. so i'm shaking the crankiness and cultivating my moxy.