oh my god.
as we approach spring break, a point of rest is completely necessary for me. in the first half of this semester, i have taken on 18 credit hours, harbored a caffiene addiction, gone through extreme self-imposed emotional hell, rehearsed/immensely enjoyed/learned through/opened and closed Anton Chekov's The Cherry Orchard, and gone through a self and musical rediscovery. today i am intrigued by the thought of breakthroughs. i had one yesterday. and to be on the other side of one, is absolutely incredible.
i went into this week feeling the weight of The Cherry Orchard lifted. although it was an immense chapter of my life and i have learned more through that than i can ever articulate through words, i leave it ready for rest. grateful for the experience, but physically exhausted. and ready to focus on my other needs for the semester. anyway, monday holds stress for me because i always exert to much pressure onto my voice lessons. they are always ten times scarier in my head than they ever are in real life. so i go in there, have a chit chat with andrew about how i am slowly loosing my mind, and eventually launch into my french Rufus Wainwright piece. holy shit. we found my back space. i don't remember the last night i could hit notes like that. although in the midst of hellish mid-terms, it was a mood-booster to say the least.
having another musical revelation, which in my life happens on a weekly basis (if not daily) so is not new information. florence and the machiene. i love me a girl who can belt the shit out of a song and write some beautiful music. give her a listen. i won't need to say anymore.
i want:
to dye my hair (i had a momentary thought of red, florence inspired. not gonna happen)
to chop my hair off
to sleep
to laugh
to be really happy again
to be skinny (emphasis on this one)
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