I don’t even know what to write right now. My head is a bit all over the shop, truth be told.
Allow me to outpour.
I’m crazy busy rehearsing every night, doing publicity stuff between tantrums during the day, trying not to beat myself up too much for not being mother-of-the-year, trying to motivate myself to get the slow cooker cranking before 3, and trying to deal with the emotions that are coming up from doing this show. I am TRYING!
Because this show, if I haven’t mentioned it before, is insanely personal. And I do mean insane, as in, sometimes I question whether I’m nuts doing it.
But then, as I said to my sister-in-law last night, the show is now at a point where for the first time ever I can honestly say that it doesn’t even matter to me whether or not it’s a “success”. Because the “success” has already happened in a way: I have a show that – for better or for worse – is authentically me.
Very excited. And emotional. And crazy.