Well! It's been a busier day than I thought it'd be- I'm just home from the children's choir where I had a truly unfulfilling session due to the ratio of time spent sitting in traffic to time spent teaching was pretty disappointing. On the way home I called my friend Lindsay (from Upstairs) with whom I had dinner/movie plans, only to learn that she was canceling because she was, in her own words, "destroyed cuz [she's] been drinking since 5." So no movie. Which sucks. I was really excited to go hang out with a friend who I've been getting to know lately - I usually drive her home from work and sometimes she calls with random anecdotes of her nights she thinks I'd enjoy, and she's a piano performance major at the Longey school of music so she actually understands what I'm babbling about much of the time. What I both like and am utterly confused by is that she actually calls to ask me for advice! ME! Which means there's someone in the world who has less of a clue than I do and thinks I have some facking answers! Answers which, when we chat, come out of my mouth like water, like I'm some sort of mountain-dwelling Yogi who knows what she's talking about and you know what? More often than not, what I have to say is pretty wise. Stop laughing. Anyhow, I was feelin' kinda let-down about her ditching me (especially for that shitty reason) so on my way home from the BCC I called Allen to cheer me up and we talked about eating disorders vs. disordered eating and why Mitt Romney should be drawn and quartered. Chatting with him actually turned my head around out of my own little self pitying mini circus. *smile* So I'm home and that's not such a bad thing, because I'm feeling lazy and I have some left over chinese food and Season 3 of The Office, so that kinda brings the awesome.
In other self-obsessed news...I actually meditated today. I say that with a bit of a scoff because it sounds pretentious, and in reality it wasn't hours and hours of zen but rather ten minutes of me sitting on a pillow by my window and trying to let my eyes shut and my spine lengthen while I listened to my neighbor shovel snow. My one success in my effort was that I didn't once open my eyes to check the clock to see if my ten minutes were up. I'm embarrassed to admit how proud I am of that. I made it ten minutes without boring myself.
One of the really neat things that's arisen today is an offer from Bryce (music director at North Prospect Church where they freekin' pay me to sing) has offered me the chance to not only sing the Vaughn Williams 'Magnificat' at their Christmas Eve service, but also to conduct the choir and mini baroque orchestra in the other pieces he's chosen, among them a William Billings piece, and what appear to be rather complicated versions of less traditional carols! I cannot believe he think me capable of handling the choir AND baroque ensemble, but I'm really excited about the offer and I'm gonna do it. Which means that I've opted out of park city about which I already felt conflicted because I couldn't ski and it was a quick flurry of a trip etc. etc. and Bryce's offer came my way. So on this pre-Christmas weekend I'll have a couple of rehearsals and work at Upstairs. Oh, and there will be some yoga thrown in there as well. Then on the 24th I'll sing the Christmas Eve Mass, and that same night drive up to Ted and Cheryl and Eli's place to stay over and spend Christmas day with them, during which I'll eat all their food and drive home to make my flight to LA on the 26th. This whole spending the days around Christmas independently isn't something I'm sold on every minute of the day, and I know it sounds kind of lonely, but I think it will ultimately be a good thing- getting to buckle down on some new music, making some money at the restaurant, and making a yoga class every day. It demands that I take care of myself in a way that I feel I'm just gathering the tools to do, and it's only for a few days. Yoga and conducting and singing and Eli and Upstairs folk. It sounds a nice to me.
Chinese food awaits...unless somebody's eaten it. In which case it's crepe time.
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