by First, I want to say after that day of bliss I went to choir practice and had a discouraging night. We’re going to do Beethoven’s Missa solemnis, and I didn’t work on it before practice as I usually do, which I don’t think really would have helped much.
This is a very hard piece. VERY hard. And particularly for sopranos. In addition to being a tricky piece, Beethoven keeps us up in the stratosphere through-out. The thing is, usually that’s not a problem. Sopranos love being in the stratosphere. What can I say, it’s where we get to show off! But for some reason being there in this piece hurts. My throat aches and a few times just clenched and gave up. I don’t know why. Our director seems to be aware of this danger and to his credit is paying particular attention to us, having us sing our part an octave down at times to give us a rest, but I’m clearly doing something wrong, tensing up in some way, but I don’t know how exactly or more importantly, how to stop.
Back to happiness. Eventually this is going to feel normal and I will stop tearing up or feeling waves of joy, but I am still so elated this guy is our president. Every move he makes, even if I don’t agree, is thoughtful, smart, and has heart. His inauguration speech indicated once again he knows what needs to be accomplished. And like many others, I think he can pull it off. I adore Michelle Obama. Honestly, I think she could have been president too.
But what I wanted to say is, I heard on the news that Obama would work out as usual before starting his day today. This is why I’m not president. I will take the slightest excuse to take a day off. It really doesn’t take much. In fact, I’m thinking of taking the day off today because I finished an article I’m working on a few minutes ago. And that is after taking the day off yesterday to fully enjoy the inauguration.
After a day like yesterday, followed by seven hours of ball-attendance I read, so he can only be going on a couple of hours of sleep, he’s going to get up and go to the gym??
glad to know I’m not the only one tearing up so often–it’s kind of embarrassing but after the last couple of terms to have such a delicious turnaround it’s hard to stay calm
I was just listening to NPR and for the first time (in a regular non-election related story) heard the phrase “President Obama”. It filled me with a joy I cannot put into words.
Sweet, sweet relief.
Agree agree agree. I guess these past eight years were more traumatic than I have acknowledged.