Lessons...

Tonight I had my recital. I am not happy with myself about it. The sad thing is it isn't something to be upset about, but I am. I am making my way through my second and last song when my voice cracked, as in my note just ripped apart and just it was humiliating and humbling and upsetting to me. I, who when I played the violin, didn't squeaked. My voice cracked, my very own instrument. My family and my partner that was there were really supportive and tried to assure me that it wasn't that bad, but I was in virtual tears and I tried to push it from my mind. They said that I handled it well but I won't know until I get the courage to look at the recording of it. I want to put it off. But we can't stop the storms nor can we stop the truth when the truth comes out. Maybe tomorrow I shall have the courage...in the morning, or afternoon...