So like I said late nights mean hard lessons, and by gods it was a hard lesson. Just physically demanding on me since I had little practice and my body was just so tired. It literally wished it was still tucked away in bed. But I refuse to give into the demands of what I term weakness of body. Did I ever mention I am the hardest person on myself? I think I have a time or two. So instead of calling sick to my lesson I persevered. My teacher was easy on me, it's hard to be an artist, trying to learn a craft, and be held back by the fiscal demands of said craft (Let's just say my credit card is taking a beating). She had said that despite my body's lack of cooperation that I was making headway with the singing. We'll take her word for it. All I could do was laugh at my feeble attempts to hit my notes and by the end was ready to curl up into a ball on the floor right in the room and sleep.
Needless to say that I have not practiced at all this week as my schedule is almost as crazy. Thankfully not as crazy as last weekend. But when the time comes I will have to make the effort.
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