It's the holidays -- that two weeks around Christmas and New Years when everything shuts down. My church choir takes a two-week break, my community choir takes a break until January, and my teaching job takes a two-week hiatus. There's no doubt that I need it. After six major rehearsals and nine concerts in December, I need a chance to rest and recuperate. I just wish I could enjoy it.
I miss my choirs. I miss their energy. I miss the camaraderie that we share. I miss their smiles. I miss their jokes and laughter. I miss the happiness I feel while I'm working with them. I miss their looks of joy when they accomplish something they didn't think they could do. Most of all, I miss the music that we make together.
Yes, directing my community choir is a job. Yes, I do get paid for it -- minimally, mind you -- so I guess that makes it a job. However, it's so much more than that. It's the very soul of who I am. If you could peer down into my very soul, you would see me there with my arms in the air and my singers creating beautiful music.
I hope that I never get too old to direct a choir. My hair may go gray (or grayer, I should say), my eyesight may weaken, my hearing may fail and cause me to wear a hearing aid, my teeth may fall out, my feet may shuffle as I walk to the podium (think Tim Conway), but I hope that, once I get up on that podium, I can still stand up in front of my choir and create beautiful music with them. Oh, by the way, after I leave this earthly body of mine, you will hopefully see my new svelte body standing in front of a choir of angels, waving my arms, and creating beautiful music.
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