i did not need this information
I fact-checked this and it led to me this poem.
That does not make the fact any less heartbreaking.
Finally emptying to old house this week to permanently move into the new place. The heat and sweat, along with the previous few 40 + hour work weeks between the 2-3 jobs, and the weekly trek out for 6 hours of workshoping crammed into a single day is getting to me.
I think I am falling out of love with Improv, and I am working so hard… but for what, what is the goal, or the point of working myself into the ground physically, creatively, emotionally, etc. Where am I going, why am I doing this, what do I want.
Plus being the only able body in a household of 4 means zero time to myself as I have to be caretaker for them …
I am burnt out, and still burning my candle at both ends…