Checking In

Touching base about yoga. Going well, no remarkable results yet but it is truly amazing that I'm getting addicted to my 10 sloppy minutes of practice each morning. Hoping to attain yogic 'perfection' by the age 71.

Checking in about crises of confidences. I'm now having a crisis about my newfound confidence!! Well isn't that just something?! I have a belly of confidence building up about my career and how I will be in my element directing TV drama - but with this unfamiliar confidence comes the fear demon. I want to apologise to the people I expressed my enthusiasm and confidence to today. Sorry for being an arrogant upstart. This is why I'm blogging really, to get this off my chest/brain/heart.

I'm tired. Domestic chaos ensues, as does unfulfilled randiness. I crossed the line flirting on Saturday night. Another deed for the apology inbox. Me and President Obama have got a lot of shit to fix up. I can't relax in my current state and be cool with how things are, or can I? How would Obama tackle his to-do list? Hire a motherfucking big team? I don't have a team, or do I? I have alot of wonderful friends and supporters who keep my spirits up (or egg me on?!). I need to bring out the mini-me(s) and give them all a tab of ecstasy and a few lines of cocaine, then I would say: "Go get em kids!! clean that house, jump on that boy, grab that career opportunity, complete all those unfinished tasks, do some pilates, learn French, bleach hair, accumulate savings, go forth mini-me(s) - divide and conquer all my yearnings!!!".

So much easier to blog and pour a glass of mango juice.

Goodnight and good luck.