Well don’t you know, something woke me up at 2:07. Don’t know what it was, but going back to sleep — as much as I wanted to do it — wasn’t happening. Try as I might to turn off my mind, relax and float downstream, something (or things) kept getting in the way.
S’ok. I’m up now. It’s 4:30 and almost time to get ready for the day and rehearsal tonight. By bedtime, I will have been awake for 21 hours — awesome! I wish I had a Keurig to keep at school. Wait, no I don’t. After two cafe mochas yesterday morning, I was about jazzed out of my mind. Zing! Haha. Stretched as tight as a drum head. Yeah, I should probably stick to decaf tea at the school house. Do the kids a favor.
Anyway, the overriding thought that kept me awake this morning was wishing that everything in my life was OK. It just can’t be that way, can it? Or can it? Seems when you look at the whole picture, no matter how positive and happy things are, there’s always that one issue that bugs the ka-rap out of you. So goes my early morning this day. Wishing I could fix that one thing, but not knowing how.
Gotta let that go.
But hey, guess what? Finkday comes two days early this week. Tomorrow morning, the Thriller drops me off in Columbus for OMEA convention, and picks me up Saturday noon, whereupon we will take off for a mini getaway till Sunday night. Much needed, given my schedule for the next three months.
So yay, no school for me tomorrow or Friday. And all the singers rejoiced.
Today’s wisdom: We cannot change what people think of us. They have to change it, and sometimes it doesn’t matter what we do to bring them around, they still won’t change their minds. I chase the bright, elusive butterfly of how to reconcile myself to it.
Wow, that was heavy. I really need to lay off the cafe mochas, yikes.