Run away.
I have told my mom this on many occasions -- all of her children have the character flaw of making up the most tragic scenarios in our heads and convincing ourselves they are true...when there is no actual evidence or even truth to the ideas. For example, we misread someone's reaction or comment and explode it into something astronomically out of proportion.
This is me. Especially during this whole Iolanthe business. It is a terrible flaw. It always increases my anxiety and makes me judge myself so much more than ever. Self-doubt. And the worst part is that all of this is the silliest, stupidest thing to ever think.
The irony: after coming home from rehearsal this evening, I found this on my computer:
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. You have to agree that you are less and that someone else is more to feel inferior. If you don't agree, you can not possibly feel inferior. You might know something less, or you might be able to do something less, but you ARE unique and hence simply incomparable. Do not buy into being reduced to an object of comparison."
I don't know what to think about this, so I'll just let it be for now.
Gratitude 166
In my lesson today, I sang probably 20 or so high C's while we took apart "Chi il bel sogno di Doretta," and although it was tiring, it was pretty sweet and all with ease. A simple thing to be thankful for, but just a few years ago, I couldn't...and wouldn't dare...do even one high C...and now, that has become not even that high...we're onto D's, E's, and F's. Muahaha! Even despite the sinus infection, we accomplished quite a bit today. Lynn kept forgetting I was even sick. Silly, lady! :)
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