When it rains, it pours seems to be true of both the good things and the bad things in my life. Whenever things are bad, they are really bad. Car-broken-down, job-on-the-fritz, arguing-with-the-gods bad.
Similarly, when things are good, they are excellent. Film-two-movies-in-one-week, write-with-abandon, earn-a-directors-credit good.
This week is a little strange because it has been both. At the same time. My brain really does not know what to do.
I'm trying to focus on the good. I'm trying to learn my lines and remember my blocking; keep my head down and do some excellent work for my father and just keep going.
It's working so far.
To be honest, I just want to be on set somewhere, on a stage where I can lose myself and heal. Saturday cannot come fast enough. My most selfish use of art and creativity is using it to center and heal myself. I don't do it intentionally most of the time, but it still happens. I still walk off stage better, happier, and more me. Every single time.
So, that's what I'll keep doing. I'm going to smile and work and act and heal. It will be my umbrella against all the negative things pouring down.
Break legs and find your umbrella.