The concert went phenomenal.  It was a packed house and everyone had a great time.  I don’t know why I get so stressed over things.  It doesn’t do any good and it always either works out or it doesn’t.

Is it “Alcoholics Anonymous” who has the “Serenity Prayer?”

“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.”

I’m not a drinker but it would be worth going to a few meetings just to get that one down!

The only thing that I was most worried about, actually, was my health this week – I’ve been fighting signs of the crud trying to come on, on and off.

My students this week!  At least 4 kids came in for their lessons who, I kid you not, did not go to school that day because they were  home sick.  One little boy had just returned from the doctor where he was diagnosed with strep throat.

It’s par for the course and I know if I started making health rules I could be down as much as 50% of my students on a lot of weeks. And most of the time I’m fine anyway.

But this particular week, with all the added stress and things that needed to get done – some bug was clearly after me.   For most of the week, it was just some sniffling and throat discomfort, but not too bad.

Then, Friday, (the day before the show) was the worst because that’s when the fever hit.  I was tired all day, running hot and cold and still having to run around and take care of business.  I munched on garlic throughout the day, took a few salt baths and drank plenty of water.

In the evening, I started feeling like I was burning up.  And that would’ve been even more stressful than it was, but truth is, I was feeling too crummy to care.  “Just let me sit here in my big chair and leave me alone.”

Then, at around 11:00 at night, as I was sitting there in front of the TV wrapped in blankets and a heating pad and munching on garlic (ew – actually!), the fever broke.  It was like – ok!  Gone!  Done!  You can move on now.  All of a sudden, I had a burst of new energy and I knew the worst had passed.

Like I said, the concert went phenomenal.  Actually the whole day went phenomenal.  I was able to move comfortably through getting everything done that needed to be, arrived at the venue completely relaxed and everything went stellar,…. until the last few songs of the last set I could feel my voice starting to go – missed a few of those high notes and I’m not sure if one of the rock songs was totally believable.

But no one noticed except my voice teacher and a few of my singer friends in the audience.

Today I can’t talk at all.  I’m sneezing and feeling a little warm again.  But I don’t care.  My body was there for me when I needed it.  I have to learn to trust more.

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