Why I am on here writing I do not know. I should be sleeping. I just got home from our 2 1/2 hour show (way too long…) and I’m just exhausted. I hardly sang tonight. Tomorrow night I have my big numbers. But yet, here I am, writing this.
I had a pretty quiet day. I had a voice lesson this morning. What a wake up call that was. I’ve been so neglectful in my practicing lately, mostly out of resignation that I just can’t sing properly. No matter what I’ve tried or how hard, I haven’t been able to put it together. But I was reintroduced to a very important piece of the puzzle today, and that piece might just be the key. By the end of my lesson I was singing anything and everything with this operatic edge to my voice that was consistent – finally. I’ve found it by accident a few times, but now, I can actually sustain it.
Then I went and had a massage. Pure bliss. I felt so relaxed. I need to do that more often. On the advice of others, I decided to just have a quiet day before my performance. And it worked. I wasn’t as nervous. I was more distracted than anything (but everyone else seemed the same way). I just kind of went on stage and sang. It all just kind of happened. It was if last week’s masterclass hadn’t happened.
And now I’m here at home. Alone. Again. Heather has not been around much lately, and neither have I.
So, it’s time to go off to dreamland. I’ve been having so many dreams lately, mostly of the weird kind. Tomorrow should be pretty relaxing, too. Church, afternoon to myself and then the show. Reconnecting is good…