It's almost like I anticipated (see previous post) a frustrating rehearsal last night. We broke our piece down into even smaller pieces and worked the bits. It was clunky. No flow. Frustrating. Kind of ugly.
It's just part of the process. Doubt floats up to the conscious mind, but that's part of the process too. We worked some things out, tightened some things up, re-thought a couple things. All good work. Even if it didn't feel all that good.
It's the necessary work for a higher purpose. A little microcosm of our lives.