Friday night I ended up drinking too much and rage-typing a script for the film festival we do every year with a friend/co-worker of my husband's. I still have a major headache but this was easily the best thing our team has done since Fahnz and I came on board. Kinda worth it, in a "dear don't ever do that to yourself again" kind of way.

I met the most triggering human being at the prep meeting, oh my damn. He reminded me way too much of my father. You know the type--thinks he knows it all, likes to make hurtful jokes and follow them up with JUST KIDDING. After a few hours of me being dismissed and cut down and having everyone else's ideas over-analyzed and put down we got fed up and left. Our director friend pulled me aside and said "Write it. When you get home. Just write it."

So I did. Fahnz stayed up for a while to make sure I was okay, but apparently I was in such a state he was a little afraid of me! I only got two hours of sleep and then we were off to the shoot.

It was a great shoot. Two lovely actors, the script got turned into exactly what I was fighting for at the prep meeting--something very stripped-down and basic, minimal dialogue, and a strong collaborative flow. Our friend got so caught up in what our leads were doing he forgot to stop recording a few times! It was a very positive, meaningful day.

At the end of it I realized and accepted that I am damned good at this. I think it's really important for us to remind ourselves that there are things we do that are amazing, that we are all good people who have just been through some hard things and deserve to be happy and loved. Yay us!