I barely slept. It was bad. And his morning I am in the green room at my church job typing away because if I don't I will explode.
Somehow all of you out there are just anonymous enough that I feel semi sort of okay telling you how disappointed in myself I was yesterday. There is something going on with my body, I think, my vocal cords are swollen and I feel like I sang terribly last night. Or maybe I can't blame it on that. Maybe there is just a lot more work I need to do. Usually I am a bit better at forgiving myself and letting it go, but this morning I am a mess. And I have to sing a Handel aria in about 15 minutes.
I just keep telling myself what Joyce DiDonato said in the Juilliard master class. "I'm not a machine, I'm not a computer, I'm a singer and I'm human."
Oh and by the way, isn't she just wonderful?