I am hyper-productive by nature.  Efficiency is my caffeine.  I like my days planned out, my schedule organized, and my lists written down the old fashioned way.  If I’m not dancing, it’s schoolwork, apartment cleaning, cross-training, writing, or one of the many projects I’m constantly pursuing (#addictedtocrafts).  There’s only one circumstance which falls exclusively out of line with the rest of my temporal micromanagement*: pre-show time.

No, not the 2 hours before curtain spent painting eyes, twisting hair, and warming legs; The time between morning rehearsals and preparation time.  Those special few hours dedicated solely to doing absolutely nothing.  Resting, relaxing, shamelessly running down your netflix queue.  Perhaps a bit of ice on a sore foot, a few easy moments eyes closed, mind open.  A short time to rest, collect, digest, and reset.  It is in guiltless dormancy, unforced calm, right here in these moments my sanity lies.

*It should be noted that while in this pre-show time I do sloth about rather freely, these lazy activities are also quite premeditated and follow a little schedule of their own.  I know, I know…I’m working on it.