I
apologize to any regular readers who believe that I have not been writing
because of my continuing grief issues.
While I was being completely transparent when I wrote my grief entry,
and indeed felt everything I described, the feelings about leaving choir have ebbed over time, much
quicker than if my loss had been a loved one in my life.
In
a nutshell the Brahms concert was truly phenominal, and I decided after it was
over that it would indeed be my “swan song” for the Kennedy Center. You just could not ask for a more fitting or
powerful ending to an era in your life.
Since
then I have spent much more time thinking about all the new things I will be
able to do once my schedule is freed up, than spending time in being sad about what will be
missing in my life next year. The final
nail in the coffin of the decision was that Dave has sold his house. . .
in only two weeks. And there are 2 contracts on it. What a blessing for him, and what a blessing
for me that I have been able to use that house to facilitate my being able to
sing with Choral Arts for the last 4 years.
So
choir-wise I’m moving on. Can’t wait to
see all the things I will do and the places I will go without that weekly
obligation to block my availability. And the memories I will take with me of all the musical mountaintops I experienced will be my comfort.
So
I turned 63 yesterday. It is odd, isn’t
it, that from the time we are children and we have a birthday, people come up
to us on that day and say, “How does it
feel to be a year older?” And in truth
we aren’t! We are only a day older. So it just doesn’t seem that different.
. .unless you are finally qualifying for
a legitimate ID, or a driver’s license, or the senior discount. But we do a number on ourselves with the
whole number thing. I think back to when
I started blogging. . . . on my month- long 60th birthday trip. I still love going back and reading every
day of that trip. But for the record, I
feel so much younger today than I did then.
For me 63 feels better.
Of
course I’m working at it. And that’s the
point. As you get older, you have to
work harder to feel better. But boy is
it worth it.
Working
out nearly every day is a little like being on a sliding board. Only instead of giving in and sliding to the
bottom, you have decided to turn around, grab those tiny rims that are the
sides, and struggle back to the top.
It’s so much easier to slide down!
But the best view is from the top of the slide, and it’s worth the
effort to get up there to see it.
I
guess you can give in to aging, or fight it.
I’ve never really been a fighter I don’t think. But in this regard I’ve decided to challenge
this aging thing. With George the Trainer
and my juicer by my side, I’m giving this phase of my life a run for it’s
money!
Today
I’ll venture in to Charlottesville. I am
going to the Paramount Theater to see a screening of the movie Mama Mia. I’ve seen it several times. I own the DVD. But ever since I saw Dr. Zhivago at the
Paramount a month or so ago, I have enjoyed the idea of being in that venue
watching a great movie. The jury is still out on whether or not Mama Mia is a great movie. But I love the music and the gorgeous Greek scenery. So I'll just have to bite the sides of my mouth when Pierce Brosnan begins to sing (if that's what you want to call it) and soldier through to the end.
Afterwards
I will go to Whole Foods to replenish the organic vegetables I need to continue
juicing once a day. I love the idea of
all those micro nutrients surging through my body, fighting off the bad guys in
my system, making my skin glow, my nails strong, my energy high. Nature has given us all the drugs we need,
and I’m going to avail myself of them.
And, as a bonus, who knew that a glass full of beets, celery, kale,
broccoli, romaine lettuce, spinach, parsley, carrots, apple, and lemon could be
delicious! Really! I would never lie about something like that.
How
does it feel to be a year older?
Fabulous!
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