I'm trying to get the last things sorted out before I leave for New York. I'm trying to make this a positive experience, but I'm really stressed out.
I hate packing, and always have since the days of parental joint custody. Asking a child to pack everything they might need for the next month of their life, every single month, is great way to ensure that making these types of decisions will be rife with stress and negative emotions. Even if I'm going on a lovely vacation, these demons are lurking inside my suitcases. I tend to procrastinate packing, as a way of deferring this entire experience. And that doesn't lessen stress. Not one little bit.
Despite everything that's been said, I feel horribly nervous about leaving Robb at home. Clearly, he can't handle the air travel right now. And, clearly this project is important. But I still feel horribly conflicted about all of this.
And then there's the project itself. This is going to be HUGE amounts of work. And knowing that is going to be stressful as well. I've never met the people I'll be working with. I have no idea how prepared we'll be to build and paint this hugely ambitious show.
If I think about this too hard, I start to freak out. I just keep reminding myself to breathe.
Breathe, Lisa, breathe.