Earlier this evening, I wrote the following two paragraphs:
Is this Writer’s Block or a panic attack?
OK, I just wrote that, so it isn’t Writer’s Block, although maybe you could call it Write Anything Good Block. I have to leave soon for rehearsal for He Laughed Himself to Death, the murder mystery to be presented at Morning Star Methodist Church April 1, and I’m afraid I am letting myself become overwhelmed with what-all I have to do. How self-dramatizing of me. Then again, with all the theatre I’m involved in, how can you blame me for being dramatic? I know, I know, a time and a place.
Then I went to rehearsal, after deciding to get a grip on myself. In my defense, it has been rather a dreadful week, and it seems to be taking forever. However, I have plenty of blessing to count, and I must not discount them. I have a daunting amount of things to get done, but I feel certain that if I can make the right plan, I can get most or all of them done.
As you see, I am in a better mood now.
Rehearsal went very well. I think He Laughed Himself to Death is going to be a great success. As we left rehearsal, Charity, the actress playing my daughter, called her father, Jerry, for a ride. Jerry has agreed to be in Who Shot JS?, the murder mystery benefit for Herkimer County Historical Society April 22. Charity asked me to wait till her father got there, because he had to ask me something. I thought it must be about rehearsals or rides or something. When Jerry arrived, he got out of the car carrying a beautiful bouquet. He thought I could use a little pick me up.
Do I have the sweetest friends or what?
So here is my reminder to myself to not surrender to these little panic attacks. Just take a deep breath and go to rehearsal. You just never know when a wonderful friend is going to give you a lovely surprise. Thank you, Jerry. And happy Thursday, readers.