Dear diary
Those who know me know I can't sit still. I blame my ADD and undiagnosed ADHD for that but the fact is, I like to run around and be busy and feel that I am needed or that I can make a difference somewhere. This weekend was no different. As my friend always says "every weekend is hectic for you".
Friday was literally the last day of my school holiday and just like every other schoolbreak I started the holiday with a list THIS long with everything I needed to get done that I couldn't do during the school term.
Every day perfectly planned out to perfection with colored markers and pretty reminders...and just like every other holiday, I sat at my desk today thinking "who was I kidding?!"
How could I forget that I suffer from chronic procrastination and of course my "then" perfect but very ambitious planning was not executed and my precious last day of holiday was spent driving around like a lunatic to get everything done. What a great way to end your holiday...
Saturday morning I woke up early to do my last long training run before my big Cape Town Marathon next Sunday. Woke up to the wind howling like the angry wolf in the three little pigs and for a second I thought that I will be clinging to a lamp pole trying not to get swept into the ocean like the little piggy with his house of straw. I was all too glad when I reached the end of my run.
Saturday afternoon I had the privilege to perform at another beautiful wedding outside underneath an enormous oak tree. Don't get me wrong. I love trees! They demand a level of respect in their silent yet majestic presence but dont be fooled by these gentle giants. I was hit on my head previously by a big acorn who fell from the tree (while playing at a wedding) so I like to keep my distance...especially when the wind is blowing. Those little buggers hurt like hell!
We ended our Saturday evening having dinner with good friends.
Sunday was an exciting day for me. It was our opening night for a new Shania Twain & Keith Urban tribute show I am part of. The show went really well and I had goosebumps and watery eyes throughout the entire performance. This was my first live band performance since the big C and I just realised while playing that THIS is what I've been missing. This was that big emptiness and the feeling of loss and loneliness I couldn't put my finger on. I missed performing with my dear friends just laughing and having fun while making magic on stage together.
Man, what a great feeling to be back!
I went home Sunday evening exhausted but so happy and content. It seems as if everything will be OK and might go back to normal again after all...only time will tell.
xxx
