Long weekend with rain

Maybe I'll get the writing done. I must've offended the birds by saying they were loud; no exuberant burst of song this morning...or maybe it's the rain.  There's a new meteor shower expected tonight, I hope it clears enough to see it.  I should really find my glasses, I don't even remember the last time I saw them, last quarter?  It would be helpful if I actually wore them.  Giving up on finding the script, I'll have to re-cut it, I think I mostly know what it was, 45-50 seconds worth.  It's from "Frankie and Johnny."  My coach sent me to "Othello" for the classical text.  Hoping I get my head shot back before Tuesday, maybe I'll set up a self-portrait as a back-up. 

All this procrastinating, all these ways of not working on the things I need to work on...now.  Now.  Now.  That's all we've got.  My fears of not being good enough are keeping me on the edge instead of doing the work that will make me better.  Everything I know how to do, do as second nature, I know because I put in the time to practice it, to learn it (driving, typing, reading, cooking, singing, reading music, etc.)  This is no different.  What appears as a chasm from where I am, and where I'd like to be is the daily habit of "doing the practice, " especially when I resist it.  And I can spend all the time in  the world analyzing why I resist, but in the end it's all just a ploy to avoid doing the work...like this is. :)

The desire is there, but the will is in a cage...with an open door.

Yes.