I’ve come to realize that the Soap-a-thon is like a sick deranged terrorist. It’s holding me hostage.
When it is on, I feel that I should be there all the time. If I’m not eating or sleeping, why am I not at the theatre? Why am I doing anything else this weekend?
I’ve realized that I feel like I can’t do anything else when it is on. So I end up doing nothing at home instead of going out and doing something. It’s been true in the past, and it is true this time.
I broke the cycle (a bit). I’ve only attended four hours of the soap. I also volunteered for two hours, but that doesn’t count. But I’ve also had a games night, I’ve worked on cleaning up my home office. I’ve sat on the balcony and read a book. The Soap-a-thon ends in two hours, but instead of going to see it, I’ve gone out to Starbucks and I’m having a hot chocolate. There was the requisite guilt, but I’m here.