Playing it safe is just about the most dangerous thing a woman like you could do.

The Fantasticks opens in a week. What a long journey its been. We finally moved into the performance space and the acoustics are awesome. Well, actually it's pretty echo-ey in there, but it is working in my favor. I thought I would never be able to fill a room that size with my presence and voice but somehow I am giving that big theatre a run for it's money! We start working with mics tonight so that should be interesting. Last night I only went up on one of my monologues (I have about five places in the show where I am still uncertain), and I think its not a terrible place to be right now. The music director as well as the choreographer--on two separate occasions--told me how good my voice is sounding now. I took the compliment and refused to consider that I sounded less than great at one point for them to say that. Actually the best compliment came when my "Mom" in the show (we cast mothers instead of fathers) told me she was having trouble hearing herself because "Matt" and I both have very big voices. I was thrilled. I've come along way from the day eight years ago when my acting teacher told me I was "just a scared little mouse". Now I'm probably more like a wombat. Seriously though, I feel like its improvement.
On Thursday I fly to NY with my boss, sister and other coworker. I am going to spend my time looking for a place to live--actually I'll be investigating some locations already scouted out by one of my future roommates. I will also hopefully get to hang out with some people from school while I'm up there. I was very productive this week on my moving to-do list. I took my cat to the vet for tranquilizers today (she is going to be terrified during the move), I requested a account-draft-change form for my new bank account, I asked a NY friend about Verizon's reception up there and then I renewed my contract with them and got a new phone, and I bought some stuff at Sephora--okay, that actually had nothing to do with the move but I am excited about it!
I had a minor (in the scheme of things) set back this weekend and did an awful lot of crying. I'm trying to move on and not let other people affect me so deeply. The good thing about the sadness though, was that it became a powerful catalyst for me. Screw the fear of writing, I started my book.