Today I’m feeling a bit of a panic. I have this sense of overwhelming duty, thinking of those things I must get done.
I’m not off book for the Tulsa Opera gig which goes up in a couple of weeks. I’m only chorus, so it’s not like I have a lot to memorize. I need to have this done.
I’m on schedule for rehearsing Born Again Yesterday’s latest version for the performance in November, but I’m behind on the marketing. Must catch up.
I’m behind on sending info out to prospective venues in other locations. Must get that done today.
I am fixing my day job, as in, preparing to augment the day job I have now with a second stream of income. Starting my own business. There is work there that needs to be done.
I’m up really early, for me. I’m usually a night person, but I couldn’t sleep. too much to do. Too much feeling like I can’t get it all done. Too much feeling like I’m barely scraping by. Near panic. Unsure of what to do next or of how to make everything happen.
So how do I pull all of it together?
Make the list. Do the list. That’s it.
Just like a story has a beginning, middle and end, so it is with what must get done. Make a list. Do the list. That’s it.
Seems so simple. Funny how the simplest things can escape us, yeah? When they do, the fear of failure sets in and the fear of losing control screams right along beside it.
I haven’t been making the list. So I haven’t been doing it. So I haven’t gotten done what I needed to do.
So, good morning, Monday. We’ve got work to do. See? I made us this list…
