this is it, This Is It, THIS IS IT!

Hard to believe that twelve hours from now it'll all be over (aside from striking Martin's monster set). And like the tide, the show comes in and the show goes out. Too be honest, I'm a bit relieved. I loved this process and worked my ass off to get it up, and now I'm ready for some perspective and a break. Strange to imagine being back on the east coast next week. I've really grown attached to Chicago. In a way, it reminds me of Brooklyn without a Manhattan to look down on it. The inevitable question-"What's next?" continues to arise and I haven't a clue. There are a few options, two plays from Spain in particular, but I think it's best to regroup and really assess our capabilities. I probably bit off more than I could chew, but how otherwise can one be capable of knowing how much they can stomach?