I did it! I set a date for my concert! I reserved a space yesterday, motivated by the shame I would feel if I didn’t do it before this month’s blog. So, my recital/concert will be August 28, and if you’re interested in coming, just let me know.
Now I risk failing miserably, but of course I know that won’t happen. At this point the only failure would be backing out, and I’m not going to do that. I’m bouyed by the wonderful, encouraging comments I received last month, and I’m not giving up.
I took on a new project this month: writing a will. You know what the risk of this is? It’s the risk of acknowledging, once and for all, that I am going to die. I have been putting this off for decades, mostly because I couldn’t face that simple truth. And without realizing it, I’ve been taking the much greater risk of leaving my loved ones, especially my daughter, with a mess to clean up when I’m gone.
For the next month, I’ll be getting my affairs in order and singing my heart out. I’ll let you know how it goes!
Carolyn Cook is a sometimes peaceful, sometimes frazzled individual who works to raise a daughter, build a marriage, and explore the human condition through theatre, art, music, history, literature, and relationship.
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It seems that you getting everything in order, Carolyn. Making a will and singing your heart out. Congratulations to you. Wow! I wish I could attend your concert but I’m just too far away.
Congratulations! Woo! Woo! It is so exciting to see you commit yourself to your dream, your vision. It is easy to float amorphously, while calling oneself an artist, poet. filmmaker, actor, whatever. Serious people set measurable goals. They set deadlines and act on their passions. They put themselves out there, with all the accompanying excitement and anxiety. You have done this!
This is wonderful news. I wish I could be at your recital. I will be there in spirit.
As for the will, gulp, you just reminded me that I don’t have one either – not that there is much to bequeath. Even without many valuable assets, I know there are certain mementos that my family and beloved friends would cherish.
My dearest friend told me that in her mother’s will, everything went to her dad to disburse at he saw fit. She said it would have been so meaningful to know that her mother had chosen something special just for her. Her story touched me and brought me to realize the importance of being personal.
Back to your recital. You are brave. You are sincere. You are talented. You are worthy of our respect and admiration. You go, girl!
Wooooooooooooooooooooo-hoooooooooooooooooooooo!