Today I got up and went for a run and missed the rain by just a few minutes, I guess. It would have been nice to get caught up in that, running in the rain (light to moderate) is actually really relaxing. I had planned to go up to campus today to get some things in order and pick up a couple of scripts I’m looking at producing.

My goal, before the whole divorce thing, was to write a show this summer but that didn’t happen. I’ve had a couple of days where I felt like I could maybe pull it off but it didn’t materialize. Instead, while talking to a couple other theatre teachers last week, I think I’m going with a show about an eco-apocalypse, you know, science fiction.

The show is called Rumors of Polar Bears and follows to siblings as they navigate their changed environment to try and find something safe. People die from curable diseases, starve and they run into a Lord of the Flies style society controlled by other teenagers. Gotta get them ready for the future, amirite?

I walked up to the front office to drop an envelope and ran into one of the school counselors who asked how my summer was. This person is one of the few people at work that I feel comfortable being totally honest with, so I was. As I was talking to him, that familiar tingle behind the eyes started but I held my composure. It reminded me that every time I go into a new setting where people have been out of the loop, at some point, I’ll be ambushed by an emotional landmine, like my feet are cut out from under me.

In climbing, there is this technique called “campusing” where a climber ascends with only hands and arms at work, the legs are just there for balance. The strongest, most stable part of the body is dangling and not helping the climber ascend. I heard a story about one of the managers at Summit falling and breaking his ankle after his lower body was swinging too much for him to hang onto the final hold. I am going in to work this week so that I have my base under me. That I’m not trying to muscle my way through to “ok.”