Well, the March concert of the Cherry Creek Chorale is over. Didn’t make it? You can still get in on our last concert of the season in May. I’ll be posting about that music over on the “Behind the Music” blog and giving links to buy tickets. I have to say, this concert ended up being truly great. It wasn’t until Thursday night’s rehearsal, when the drummer and bass player showed up, that I really fell in love with the second half of the program, all classic tunes from old movies. The first half was great, too.
(Have you watched Eric Whitacre’s TED Talk yet? Why not?)
Okay. On to the reception, which, of course, I failed to photograph. I did remember my camera, but once I got there and started assembling the new cupcake stands all thoughts of anything else flew completely out of my head. I will be sharing a link and a photo about that item over on the hospitality blog, but I’m not linking to it right now since we’re still in the midst of switching website platforms. Maybe this coming week! Untold hours vanished last week into getting the house ready for showings, extra rehearsal time and of course the performances for the concert, and an entire day spent baking. (There I was, in my ratty bathrobe at 10:30 Friday morning, throwing cupcake batter together, when I heard this voice saying, “Hello?” I thought, ‘Oh, no! A showing!’ So I had to go out, chocolate-stained bathrobe and all, and greet this broker guy who was very, very apologetic. He said he might come to the concert, although I didn’t see him.)
Anyway, the title of this slightly deranged post is about delegating. I was just reminded once again for this concert how absolutely wonderful it is to have someone else in charge of the setup and decorating. How on earth I used to do that, plus bake a ton of stuff, plus sing a concert, plus clean up afterward, is more than I can comprehend. I know that I’d get up to sing and be going on sheer adrenaline, then head into the reception, and then wish that everyone would go home so that Jim, Gideon and I could get everything packed up and go home. It was no way to enjoy an occasion, believe me. Now I actually look forward to the Friday concert. And all because it was borne in up on me that I was not indispensable. I think a lot of this killing oneself to do everything is based on pride and a need for control. Now I just come n with my goodies and there’s this fabulous crew of people all working away and I don’t have to worry about whether or not the punch will get made, or the candles will get lit. or whatever. Just great.
What could you let go of that you’re hanging onto for no good reason? Let it go! (Um, isn’t that from some movie?)