So I hit that dangerous yet not surprising place in rehearsals yesterday. Because I have known where Aldolpho lives since we started having done it already, I’m not getting consistent laughs in rehearsal where you normally feel out what works and what doesn’t. So now the instinct of “I’m not funny. My shit doesn’t work.” finally started to roll over me yesterday in the stumble-through. I have to find a way to breathe through that and start really stretching and finding other stuff – whether it’s right or wrong. Just so I can 1. find some new breath in the work and 2. come back to the things that I realize do work best for me but with fresh eye. Otherwise, I’ll start falling apart. Woohoo. But I thought this may happen so I’m ready to just breathe throught it . . . . pray for me.