Showing posts with label Patience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patience. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Bag Lady

I am approximately four (total) hours away from finishing my formal education. 

There are, however, some things that I have not yet learned how to do:
     - pack lightly (I am a “just in case I need this” packer)
     - not squeeze as much in as possible (see above)
     - not be annoyed when I need to show my boarding pass eight times
     - not be continually surprised that all nice elements of flying (including maybe not having paper      
          cups only at every turn in an airport!) have been disposed of 

When I was little, I would travel by bike to my neighbor’s house to play. The neighbor was about a 45-second bike ride away.  I would also insist on bringing lots of other things with me. Would we want to play ponies or jewelry? It’s better to be prepared. 

In order to be prepared, I needed to bring everything. I would balance bags on opposite handlebars, and wiggle my way down our cul-de-sac (apparently with my mother watching from the door). 

There is still some truth to this four-year-old girl. She has grown up, but not grown-out-of, being a bag lady. 

Yet there are some problems to be solved on the current trip:

CLOTHING AND ATTIRE
1. I am headed to Wisconsin for ten days. Weather there, at this time of year, is inconsistent. I have a coat, scarf, and gloves with me. Also packed are coordinated (black-and-color) palettes of pants, sweaters, tops, that can be layered easily. 

2. I will be staying with a friend, who is a work-out fiend and we will go to the gym often. Also in my bag are: sneakers and workout attire. 

3. Part of the gig is the playing of two concerts - I will be in a long black dress. This also means that the right shoes, hosiery, dress, and jewelry are there.

4. My day-to-day existence on this trip is one of musical authority, at a university where I am a guest. This also requires me to be appearing professional (the same jeans and sweatshirt every day won’t cut it on this job). Attire: classy professional or business-semi-casual (see #1).

PORTABLE OFFICE 
5. The gig is to music-direct three one-act operas. Each of these is an entire book. 

6. I have an audition coming up which will require me to play-and-sing an entire opera. That score, and its libretto notebook (another post, later) are in the wheeling bag. I will have some time to practice, and that audition is approximately one month after the closing of this gig.

7. I just got a new laptop (!) and I want to do more video-editing and website-editing and professional work while I’m gone. That came with me.

8. I have only one paperback novel with me, along with my Kindle. While I love books, the Kindle for purposes of travel is a god-send.

9. I will want to do some recording of myself playing rehearsals, so I can adjust anything I need to. I can listen back, take notes, and make corrections to myself or others. My weapon-of-choice here is a Zoom H4. I also don’t leave home without this - I’m recording myself during most days, on either harpsichord or piano.

I normally don’t name names on this blog, as to keep a professional tone. However, United Airlines (with American Airlines a close second) have appeared to be a combination of Sleeping Beauty’s Malificent, Dido’s Sorceress, Benedict Arnold, and Circle of Friends’ Sean Walsh. 

First of all, no notification on my flight-change from United. Nothing. They emailed me *while I was in the air* to tell me that my flight from O’Hare to Central Wisconsin was canceled. Customer service? Non-existent. Then, my carry-on, containing my scores (it was heavy, so I packed it in something that wheeled) didn’t fit beneath my seat, so they … 

CHECKED IT ALL THE WAY TO WI. 

I have been waiting in Chicago for the bag to be released, but no … the music and my clothing will beat me to Wisconsin. 

A while ago, I would have really flipped out about this … there is nothing to be done. So the rest of my afternoon will consist of:

finishing this blog post
finishing my cappuccino (though I’m drinking it out of a paper cup - my inner European hates this)
going through airport security for the third time today
enjoy the wait 

And then … doing some writing … recovering from the most intense six months that I can remember (wedding planning, wedding, tour, written comps preparation, job applications, written comps, waiting for written comps, orals). In fact, I may very well get an airport massage and invest in a travel pillow (those micro-bead, soft foamy ones) … I can either be stressed or I can relax and wait for my plane … being stressed won’t solve anything … 

PHOTO: From an audition trip in 2008 - the best way to wait for a flight (or other mode of transportation) ...

 

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Patience

Said, woman, take it slow
And things will be just fine
You and I'll just use a little patience. 
(Guns-N-Roses)

I waited patiently for The Lord; 
        he turned to me and heard my cry. 
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, 
        out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
        and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth, 
        a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
        and put their trust in The Lord. 
(Psalm 40: 1-3, NIV)

About a week ago, I was feeling the weight of the world in a very serious way. I realized the I was over my threshold of two major things and was enduring daily requirements along with three major pressures:

1. My husband's and my application for his green card, adjustment-of-status, and persevering through endless red tape. The process is tiresome, thankless, and very expensive.
2. I have been networking, applying, and researching about job opportunities, post-doctorate. The jobs have come in all shapes, sizes, salaries, and locations.
3. I'm still waiting on my comprehensive exam results. 

Yesterday, something happened that allowed me to have a *little* more patience. One of the jobs came back with a "nibble" and said that I've been advanced to the semi-finals. There is still much more work to do, but Zheng and I are relieved at this bit of good news. 

Our friend Bob, who was also the "great man" at our wedding, says that he teaches patience. He reminds us that he does not "practice" it. 

I totally understand.