Today was a frustrating day at rehearsals. I don’t know what it was, but I just wasn’t getting it. And it’s not like it was mad hard stuff like spit some Shakespeare in an avant garde style whilst interpreting Chekov through use of masks. It was just…stand up here, move your arm there. Do it this way, do it that way. Simple.

But it just wasn’t connecting. And the more I over thought it, the more frustrated I got and the more frustrated I got, the more Scrabble tiles I threw and the more I shouted at myself.

It’s so easy!!!!! Fucking get it together girl!

The hard thing is for me is that I wrote the script with a certain image in mind, but that’s not the movements we’re going for. The lovely director Mitch has done it slightly different to me, and I like it, but it’s just not what I had in mind so it’s like…readjusting. but readjusting to the most simple thing!!! A aaaaaah!!!!! Fucking get it right Judy, fucking do it.

Urgh.

Tomorrow is another day and I will rock it.