Hitting a Wrong Note

The weekend is almost over.

I just got finished looking over Mr. Random’s first draft of his personal statement for applying to Journalism school. It was a rambling mess that needs a lot of work, but there are kernels of good stuff in there. Personal statements are incredibly difficult things to write – so many influences go into what makes you want to do something that by narrowing it down to one or two items sometimes leaves out some important information that an admissions office may find compelling . . .

This weekend went OK . . . I mean, we got our errands done, we bought paint for the bathroom, I had my eyes checked, ordered new glasses, I went to lunch with my friend today . . . but it all seems so . . . off . . .

Today I had to sing a solo in church – it did not go well. I was so nervous – I should not have been nervous, but I was petrified to do it. Everyone kept saying not to worry, no one was going to stone me, but when the moment came – I mean I did it, but I was not happy with it. The reason I sing in the choir is because I love singing and have a great time doing it and people can tell that. Starting the day in sheer terror is never a good thing . . . I’m a supporting character, not a soloist – a background singer. I help make the whole group sound better, but I’m not ready to be out in front. I’m a Pip, not Gladys Knight . . .

However, I really need to get over my fear and try to do more things like this. I told the Music Director that next time maybe a duet would be best . . . I feel more confident if I’m not singing by myself. It may be a good way to ease me into solos . . .

Today would have been a good day for a good old-fashioned “hang-out and just chat” with my friend, but it didn’t seem in the cards today. We did have a lovely lunch, ice cream and bookstore haunt, so I can’t complain too much . . . any time out is a good time . . .

I thought I was going to write a bit more, but will have to wait until tomorrow. I still haven’t been sleeping too well, and now I think it is finally catching up with me. I’m really hoping this week isn’t too stressful . . .