In the Midst of a Storm

by Noelle Neglia

As I previously mentioned, it’s surreal here and feels like I’ve dreaming, however yesterday, I think I woke up. I’m not sure why, probably just the natural cycle of things playing games and teasing us repeatedly, as it does, but the climate just got a bit rougher up here. Abrasive, uncomfortable, confusing. It feels to me as if the looming reality has fallen through the closet door. We aren’t just up here for our own training and personal growth! We’re here to build a show and bring it back to the harshest critic in the world: New York.

Eeeeek! I feel cranky, and exhausted, and judging by the collective moans and increasingly large pots of coffee, think the feeling is mutual. Actually I can’t vouch for how others are feeling (although all the dream work we’re doing does give me a pretty juicy peek; we work with fresh ones every day) but I can tell ya it’s kinda like grey heavy weather – you know it’ll pass, but it sucks for now to be stuck in wet socks.

I just keep reminding myself to enjoy the rustling trees and the guidance of Jean Claude. I keep attempting to live each moment as if I’m gonna die in 10 minutes. I keep reminding myself that this show ain’t all about me, and the ultimate goal is something I can’t even fathom. Urrrrrgh. Need sleep. Need rest. Need a hug from my mommy…