So, it's time to write.
Dialogue from my luncheon this morning with Mom:
Mom: So how's work?
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Me: (pause) Same. Busy.
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Mom: Get any feedback from last weekend?
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Me: Yeah. It was all pretty good.
(pregnant pause)
Mom: Where are you going tomorrow?
Me: Mississippi.
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Mom: oh, wow.
***So, I'd go on with this thrilling montage, but I think I'd die of excitement shortly if I did.
Today has been a gem in itself. In addition to beginning what I know will be a thrilling spread of entertaining, dynamic, and touching *blogs by me*, I sleep tonight knowing that tomorrow will be another wonderful day in the AIRPORT.
Waste not, want not. And yes, I finally have little travel-size bottles! Forget the water, my friends. This girl has gotten travel-savvy.
So, my latest challenge is finding balance between being a human being and being a director. All logic tells me that a director/coach has no feelings- treats students like machinery, with no regard to human emotion.
Get me in front of a group that I care about and I find it impossible to make excuses for my kids. I make an excuse for one, I have to make it for the other 30. Not fair.
I have empathy and compassion for my kids - on a big level. I also know that no matter what I'm experiencing on a personal level- and I experience alot- my kids will never see it affect my performance in rehearsal. I expect alot, sure. But I never demand something if I'm not able to set the example myself.
Never practice - always play.
Interesting event today - Mr. G. going nuts up in the balcony....Shawn, is that really how you count to 18?
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