|Dare to Sing|
It was given by Margaret Lawrence, and attended by a smart, friendly group of women. All of the participants were delighted with the experience, and it was a rousing success.
I spent a surprising amount of the 7 hour workshop crying. I was even crying in my car on the way to the event. It seems that looking at my hopes, dreams, and goals was digging up some pretty sensitive issues. I was embarrassed, by I did my best to participate and contribute to the group.
I believe there were many breakthroughs for the other women who attended. I have some materials I brought home that contain some plans and actions that I was going to commit to, but the most important thing I have discovered about the things I said I was going to do on that day, is that I simply didn't want to do them.
Wait, no, I do want to complete the re-write of Sugar Freedom, and I'm very happy to say that I created a system to deliver train programs on line to clients who can't attend my classes. Plus, I am thoroughly enjoying teaching Cathy's Fit Class for the Arts Alliance here in Sonora.
Those accomplishments are all good, but they can't keep me from longing for the things I love to do.
All I ever wanted was to sing and dance. And act. And choreograph. And direct. Gah! I'm one of those poor saps who adores... show business.
Back in January, my fitness studio had closed, the musical I was performing in had closed, and I had lost my usual enthusiasm for getting out and finding the next role. One of the challenges of being a theatre performer is that you are always looking for the next job, and even though you can audition for any role you want, you only get to play the roles that are offered.
As I mature beyond age fifty, the parts shift, and I enjoy exploring different characters, but I am beginning to realize that if I want to pick my own songs, I will have to create the opportunity to perform them myself.
Back to that week end in January: the day after the workshop I was still crying, and it took a lot of cheerleading from my husband and son to pull me out of Lake Self-Pity. I thought, "If not being able to perform is making me feel this depressed, maybe there are other people in town who feel the same way. What if I put on a concert, so that we can sing what we want?"
This is actually a practical idea. I have produced concerts and variety shows before. What's more, there is venue in town that is the right size, available at the right price, and is managed by people who want to see the space used by the community.
And so, a show is born. It is called, "Dare to Sing: Local artists present songs they love." It will take place on Saturday, July 1st. at 7AM, and Sunday, July 2nd. at 2PM.
Already my mood has lifted higher than it has for months. I am pulling music, selecting songs, and arranging for accompaniment.
So now that the title and the location are set, there is so much work to do: work that I want to do. No, work that I love to do.
All the years of training and all the time spent learning about nutrition have really been about one thing: crating the confidence to dance and sing.
What are you training for? I wish you the confidence to make it happen.