April 1st, 2019

eurydice - mrs harris: mangofandango

The bad and the good

The past couple days have been a bit bipolar.

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 5am feeling unwell. An hour later, my insides were in turmoil. I spent the next five hours in agony. We had Chinese the night before, and I'm pretty sure the chicken I had was a huge no-no. Not food poisoning, but more my gall bladder-less body incapable of processing the fat in it. I was still feeling awful when I had to leave for the festival performance, but at least I wasn't locked in the bathroom. I couldn't consume anything until almost 6pm, when I felt like I could sip at some water without throwing up. It eased out a bit more so that I could have some dry toast and tea when I got home at 10, but it still wasn't great. Today has been about pampering my body because I'm still not 100%.

That was the bad stuff.

Good stuff? My play went off wonderfully. I got the reactions I wanted, and a ton of people came up to me afterward to tell me that ours was their favorite of the eight one-acts that were shown. I certainly think so, too, though I'm a bit biased, lol. Then, this morning, I got two wonderful emails from my cast that made me cry. This whole experience was so worth it.

As a result, I contacted the artistic director this afternoon and threw my name into the ring for directing next season. Not just for the festival that they're doing again, but for one of their longer shows. Fingers crossed. I've also decided that I'm going to write a play to submit for the festival. That's going to be so much fun.