Its the busiest time of my year. In my work, both of my jobs reach their peak during these two weeks in April.
For the schools, I have District Music Festival. Each choir travels across the river, dressed in their fines, to sing prepared pieces for three judges for feedback and a rating.
Then, we travel the down the hall, the length of the school, up the stairs to do some sight singing for a judge in the choir room. Then, they get on a bus back to our school and I continue the job with more groups.
It is stressful.
I am not great at it.
I have gotten way better at it, but I am not great.
I want to be great, but I am not.
This fact has been agreed upon with administration: I work hard. I am getting better, but I am not great.
Know your limitations.
I went to school for opera singing and acting and directing. I am really good at these things. Great, actually.
(He said humbly.)
Long story short, I will be teaching at a junior high next year, without the pressures of touring and district and just plain feeling frustrated that I am not where I won’t to be, career-wise and talent-wise.
I am relieved and excited for a number of reasons.
On the church front, it doesn’t get busier than Holy Week. The hardest part, for me, is the amount of time we spend killing Jesus. It’s a lot. It’s seven masses(8. I also picked up a funeral) before we get to the two Easter services. By the time we get to those last two, I am a bit of a lost cause. It gets a little dark in here.
I lost a guy, too. I grew up with him from cub scouts to football. I couldn’t even make it to his funeral. That’s okay, I guess. If we’re not careful, it can all feel like funerals.
Also, during these days, my brother got married and two of my best friends got married to each other. That’s awesome. And, yes, I know those warrant their own blog posts, but I think we can all agree that processing all of this might take a bit.
I am on 229 days in a row of meditating. I can tell it helped me get perspective in all of these things. Yes, the meditation is working.
Bring on the Spring.