July 26 - I sat on hold with the airline for hours trying to rebook my cancelled trip to NY. Finally got a flight out early the next morning, so I packed until the wee hours of the morning, got a few hours of sleep and then hopped on a plane with Max on my lap. Let me tell you, those seats are not that comfortable in the first place but the additional 25 pounds really makes it uncomfortable.
Anyway, I spent the next 3 weeks with one of my best friends talking about life, the future and eating chocolate peanut butter ice cream from Baskin-Robbins. Good times!
I fit in a few visits to Brooklyn to visit my brother, drank some delicious pear cider and tried to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at The Met. The 6-hour wait in the sun with Max in the stroller seemed a little too long, so we walked through Central Park up to The Museum of Natural History where we opted to donate $1.00 instead of the suggested $22.00 entrance fee. (That's an embarrassing admission to make, I know, but we needed to save our cash for lunch, okay? Sheesh, stop with the judging!)
So, are you wondering about my title by now? How and why do I need to get my groove back? Let me explain. Max is now 16 months old and I have been in a bit of a funk since he was born and I quit working. Most of my contact with the outside world was immediately cut off. I have got out here and there but I'm talking my day to day routine completely changing from spending a lot of time with some of my best girlfriends to spending 24/7 with a baby and my work-at-home husband. I'm going crazy folks. Add in a move in January away from the town that I feel is home and back to Calgary that was home but really isn't anymore and it all equals one big funk.
A funk is really hard to get yourself out of. I have tried. I've tried prayer. I've tried giving myself pep talks. I've tried mental self-flagellation. Still in the middle of a great big funk. So now I am on a mission. A mission to get my groove back!
I flew home on Thursday and hit the ground running! I went straight to my first rehearsal at The Storybook Theatre for Anne of Green Gables The Musical. You may remember that I auditioned back in June and was cast as Mrs. Pye, Josie Pye's mother. I knew this would be a challenge for me because I haven't been doing much singing for a while. Little did I know how big of a challenge it would be. I sat surrounded by so much great talent that I was in awe. One one side of me sat the 16 year old vivacious girl who is playing my daughter (wow, that makes me feel old) and on the other side sat a high school student who is a soprano in some sort of music program at her school. The entire cast can sight read their parts and while I can sight read to play the piano I can not just look at a score and sing the part! I emerged from rehearsal tired, throat hurting, no pride, yet excited!
Today we have another rehearsal and I was dreaming of vocal warm-ups last night. Do-Re-D0, Do-Re-Mi-Re-Do!
The dog days of summer are almost over. My circumstances are still funk worthy but I will get my groove back someday, somehow! Life IS good.
PS Some of my old favorite songs came back to me while I was praying and meditating on my life this past week. Kathy Troccoli's My Life Is In Your Hands (cheesy video, great song) can be found here http://www.troccoli.com/videos.htm
...and this one by Kirk Franklin. Same title, same message, different feel.
Anyway, I spent the next 3 weeks with one of my best friends talking about life, the future and eating chocolate peanut butter ice cream from Baskin-Robbins. Good times!
I fit in a few visits to Brooklyn to visit my brother, drank some delicious pear cider and tried to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at The Met. The 6-hour wait in the sun with Max in the stroller seemed a little too long, so we walked through Central Park up to The Museum of Natural History where we opted to donate $1.00 instead of the suggested $22.00 entrance fee. (That's an embarrassing admission to make, I know, but we needed to save our cash for lunch, okay? Sheesh, stop with the judging!)
So, are you wondering about my title by now? How and why do I need to get my groove back? Let me explain. Max is now 16 months old and I have been in a bit of a funk since he was born and I quit working. Most of my contact with the outside world was immediately cut off. I have got out here and there but I'm talking my day to day routine completely changing from spending a lot of time with some of my best girlfriends to spending 24/7 with a baby and my work-at-home husband. I'm going crazy folks. Add in a move in January away from the town that I feel is home and back to Calgary that was home but really isn't anymore and it all equals one big funk.
A funk is really hard to get yourself out of. I have tried. I've tried prayer. I've tried giving myself pep talks. I've tried mental self-flagellation. Still in the middle of a great big funk. So now I am on a mission. A mission to get my groove back!
I flew home on Thursday and hit the ground running! I went straight to my first rehearsal at The Storybook Theatre for Anne of Green Gables The Musical. You may remember that I auditioned back in June and was cast as Mrs. Pye, Josie Pye's mother. I knew this would be a challenge for me because I haven't been doing much singing for a while. Little did I know how big of a challenge it would be. I sat surrounded by so much great talent that I was in awe. One one side of me sat the 16 year old vivacious girl who is playing my daughter (wow, that makes me feel old) and on the other side sat a high school student who is a soprano in some sort of music program at her school. The entire cast can sight read their parts and while I can sight read to play the piano I can not just look at a score and sing the part! I emerged from rehearsal tired, throat hurting, no pride, yet excited!
Today we have another rehearsal and I was dreaming of vocal warm-ups last night. Do-Re-D0, Do-Re-Mi-Re-Do!
The dog days of summer are almost over. My circumstances are still funk worthy but I will get my groove back someday, somehow! Life IS good.
PS Some of my old favorite songs came back to me while I was praying and meditating on my life this past week. Kathy Troccoli's My Life Is In Your Hands (cheesy video, great song) can be found here http://www.troccoli.com/videos.htm
...and this one by Kirk Franklin. Same title, same message, different feel.
