You'd think I'd have it down by now

Packing.

I've travelled more this year than ever before. By the end of December, I'll have done 6 trips across the Atlantic in the space of 12 months. I've packed for performing tours that spanned 3 different climate zones on 3 different continents.

Yet even packing for a weekend trip turns me into a ball of indecision. I careen between overpackitis and over-optimistic minimalism - 2 tops to get me through 3 weeks.

And packing for Migritude is a whole new dimension. I'm packing and carrying all the saris, screens, other props, we'll use for the set and the show in Merced. Plus for a week's residency and rehearsals.

I tell myself:

Don't make a drama out of this. It's not rocket science. Think through the week, make a list, and get on with it.

It doesn't help. I know I'll end up with 6 pairs of socks - in 80-degree heat. Or leave out a vital element of my costume.