Clothes, and Music
I spent yesterday afternoon and this morning mending a number of items of clothing that needed repair. Today I listened to Joan Baez while I mended and felt like a crunchy hippie. I love getting my life organized.
I am stuck at home waiting for a phone call. Two days ago a group I've been hoping to sing with for years called and offered me an amazing job this fall. I called them back four hours later the same day and left a message expressing my interest. I called again and left another message yesterday afternoon. That they haven't returned my calls makes me a bit nervous. I hope they get back to me soon. I hope they didn't move on to someone else. If I accept this project I'll have to rearrange my life significantly for that week at a significant professional cost. But I don't want to make any moves in that direction until I have more information/commitment from this group. I hate this kind of uncertainty. It drives me crazy.
Coming back to regular life after being away for several weeks has been very easy. I thought that I would have post-performance funk as usual, compounded by the fact that I am no longer living like I'm on a constant vacation while being paid for it. But it's been surprisingly easy to adjust to life at home again. It's good to see my husband and cats daily. It's good to eat home-cooked food. I'm not very busy yet because voice students haven't started up for the fall, so I'm trying to get my life organized before things start getting crazy.
This fall I will sing at Carnegie Hall for the first time. And get paid for it. I'll be in a chorus, not a soloist, but it still must count for something, right?
I am stuck at home waiting for a phone call. Two days ago a group I've been hoping to sing with for years called and offered me an amazing job this fall. I called them back four hours later the same day and left a message expressing my interest. I called again and left another message yesterday afternoon. That they haven't returned my calls makes me a bit nervous. I hope they get back to me soon. I hope they didn't move on to someone else. If I accept this project I'll have to rearrange my life significantly for that week at a significant professional cost. But I don't want to make any moves in that direction until I have more information/commitment from this group. I hate this kind of uncertainty. It drives me crazy.
Coming back to regular life after being away for several weeks has been very easy. I thought that I would have post-performance funk as usual, compounded by the fact that I am no longer living like I'm on a constant vacation while being paid for it. But it's been surprisingly easy to adjust to life at home again. It's good to see my husband and cats daily. It's good to eat home-cooked food. I'm not very busy yet because voice students haven't started up for the fall, so I'm trying to get my life organized before things start getting crazy.
This fall I will sing at Carnegie Hall for the first time. And get paid for it. I'll be in a chorus, not a soloist, but it still must count for something, right?