This is the worst day. I hate the day before my recitals. Two days before – fine. Recital day – even better – it’s almost over. But the day before – the cloud looming over your head. Emotions are high. You’re completely exhausted. You don’t want to look at your music anymore. You just want to get the freaking things over with.
Yesterday I had much better rehearsals. Anything could be better than Monday night’s meltdown. I had a decent practice today, too. So, I’m pretty excited about tomorrow. Yeah for a haircut, yeah for Mom coming, and yeah for being done my recital!
I took a timeout today and walked down to Granville Island. And it smelled just like it does at the lake in the summer. It was so refreshing and rejuvenating. At this time of year I’m always thinking about home and summer and all of the sounds and smells. It’s nice that some of them can be found here as well.
And after tomorrow I can finally wear summer clothes! No more bundling up! Who cares if I get sick? Woo hoo! Freedom is just around the corner…