Well, it's early yet but so far the day is going quite spectacularly. As much as I might complain about being "so busy" and "super stressed" don't let me forget that I love it and consider it a grand adventure ( Read more... )

I'm exhausted. I'm drained. I'm losing my zen-like calm and enthusiasm for life. I know, I know, I KNOW I will be fine. I just don't feel like it right now ( Read more... )

...so I'm doing this. I have less than two weeks to pack up and leave the country but so far everything, every little knickknack I possess is resting safely in its "healthy clutter" position. I wonder if it would be easier to pack if the situation wasn't such that life as I've known it for the past four years is slipping out from under my feet like ( Read more... )

I don't remember having had a happier day than this. Started with a manicure and pedicure, giggling through a scene from Carmen with Amanda and Nathalie, lunch and deep conversation while sunbathing with Amanda... then I had my silly diva class, whatever... made dinner, took a nap, did my dress rehearsal for my recital and it ROCKED! I still have ( Read more... )

I am dead tired but I wouldn't trade it for anything. After one of those discouraging, why-am-I-doing-this sort of rehearsals, a perfect opportunity to drink deeply of the inherent goodness of humankind ( Read more... )

I'm a big girl- I can clear a backed up drain all by myself. My apartment is pretty darn clean (except for errant feathers from my down comforter- that's a losing battle). My refrigerator is full of fruits, vegetables, yogurt and soy milk. My morning coffee time is the definition of peaceful happiness. Even though I'm listening to an NPR interview ( Read more... )

I do give up too easily. I give up almost every single day and then start the whole thing all over again. Singing, I mean. Not life. Life is great. Singing- you have to work your ass off just to be mediocre (and by the way, I'm not there yet ( Read more... )

The title refers to anything and everything occuring after May 31st.

Some people are really nice to singers and some people are really mean to singers but ALL people think singers are stupid.

Dontwannatalkaboutit

Sometimes I think I could be perfectly happy singing only "They can't take that away from me" in the voice of Billie Holiday. It's only in the morning, when my throat is filled with phlegm and my voice is not properly warmed up, that I can really hit those low notes and imitate the simple, plaintive, TRUE style of Billie. As a musician, as a ( Read more... )

Some days are great, some are awful, some are just good and others are ehhh; they're all worth it ( Read more... )