Archive for February, 2010
Balance. It’s gone. So jumping back into life after a slow-down period (snow storm) is really hard. The bounce is just not there. My ball is flat. I realize that I never really do time-outs. I worked over the “snow” break.
How many balls can one juggle when you only have two hands? I have recently (last two years) realized that some things have got to give. Better yet, there are some things I have to let go, but lately that is hard when it comes to being an independent artist and having a family and side job.
Tonight I have a gig at the Warehouse Loft in DC, and I am so excited about this. One- I will be singing. Two-it’s time to celebrate and this is the perfect place because of the people and energy. What can I say? Its house! Three- I am about to get some experience- Chicago style with Silk Hurley.
So my worries actually just went out the door. This is what the anticipation of a good house party will do.
Yes, I am tired. Yes, I have a million and one things to do and yes, I have to prepare for this hustle and bustle, but I am looking forward to this “freeing” tonight and tomorrow with Bare Voices, and Sunday and band rehearsals and more gigs.
Loving what you do out-ways any worry.
My three year old daughter came to my bedroom, where I was relentlessly cleaning and confided in me. She told me that she wanted to tell me something, but I might get mad. She held her head down in shame for her thoughts. Finally she said, “It’s a b-word.”
What was she talking about? I said, “Ok, someone said a bad word?” She was silent. I assumed she or her siblings had discovered a new curse word. I was ready for this. I went easy with, “Butt?” She said no. I said, “Well, what was the word? You can tell Mommy.” She whispered, “Bored. I’m bored.”
I laughed inside, thinking about what I drilled into my children’s little minds. I tell them, “You must not have a brain if you are bored. Bored is a bad word in this house. There is always something to do. What does your imagination have to say about that?!”
Though, I don’t want to them to confuse boredom with quietness or stillness. Being quiet and still is ok. That’s tomorrow’s lesson. Well, for her and for me, I immediately stopped what I was doing and spent the next two hours playing hide and seek, zoom, airplane on mommy’s feet, anything I could think of. Anything but bored…
It’s snowing in Washington, D.C.
For a lot of people, this is the dreaded peak of winter. For me, snow days are a little touch of heaven. I remember as a young girl lying on the floor of our cozy den watching the snow fall from our huge window. The feeling of beauty gently rushing towards me would give me such a rush. Not a rush like standing on that old wooden bridge as the black and rusted freight train ran below me. I was never brave enough to stand still and watch it. I always ran fast just before it went under. But that snow was like a little touch of heaven falling on my face, I cherished it then and now. It is the beauty of nature. Not only that, with everything cancelled and closed, this gives me the opportunity to finish, to clean, to organize, to rest, and play, all in one weekend.
Thank you God.