Much of my time is spent listening to the voices in my head. And they don't stop talking just because I leave the keyboard. I keep note pads everywhere and, when I can't find one, I grab anything near to preserve the little tidbits that race around in my brain. Here are a few from this week alone.
Now for the humility part...
Monday, the voices in my head were having a rip-roaring argument. It was great stuff! I was typing away as fast as I could to get it all down. I didn't want to stop, but I needed to get to violin lessons and had ten minutes to get out the door. Since I didn't think my students would appreciate being in a small room with a woman who hadn't taken a shower (and was still in her pajamas), I pushed away from the desk and ran downstairs to get ready.
Jeans, t-shirt, wet hair held back by a bandana, and no make-up. Best I could do in ten minutes.
After violin lessons, I had half-an-hour to get to choir practice. Instead of going to my usual spot, I drove an extra ten minutes to get dinner at a drive-through to keep from scaring children or prompting the gag reflex. I considered it a public service.
I ate in the car and dripped honey-mustard sauce on my t-shirt, but I made it to choir in time.
This choir is made up of women from the community. We perform at the local university so publicity is important. We took pictures last week in our concert black outfits. I looked good for that...hair poofed to perfection, make-up on with no smears, nice black top and skirt. But apparently the local newspaper wanted a photo during rehearsal.
Can't wait to see the article and accompanying picture. I just hope no one reads it while eating.
Until next time,