An awesome song to live by, ladies and gentlemen. And I can't even tell you all how excited I am to sing My Soul's Been Anchored at Sacred this year. It's like all the awesome pieces I never got to sing when I was a freshman all decided to give me another shot.
Talk about living dreams.
Speaking of, New York brought me some pretty awesome ones. I was sooo incredibly jealous of Concert Choir when they went on tour freshman year- that they 1.) got to sing My Soul's Been Anchored, 2.) that they sang at that little Presbyterian church everyone talked about and 3.) that they got to eat breakfast with Mickey (whenever I mention Carnegie or Europe, members of the former concert choir like to remind me of this)
This trip, I got to sing at the First Presbyterian Church in Richmond, MI as well as something bigger that I never imagined. Part of my heart belongs to performing- I really did want to be famous when I was a kid. Carnegie was one of those things that I never imagined would happen to me...and it happened in high school. Although the music wasn't awesome (ask anyone in Concert Choir about "Clap Yo Hands"...) the experience most certainly was. People have been really negative about the whole thing (thinking that the other choirs weren't as good as us & being disappointed) but for me personally, I think that would spoil the whole thing. So what? I got to sing in Carnegie hall. Better yet, I got to sing in a chamber group of 16 at Carnegie hall. And I won't let one person's vowels ruin that for me.
At the suggestion of a dear friend (here you go, just for you) I think I will begin to talk about significant changes and achievements in my life. I have begun to take on certain fears of mine- I mean, why not challenge myself? I find that a lot of my ridiculous anxious fears (when I was younger the doctor told me I was borderlining anxiety) come from experiences that don't go over so well.
For example....the last time I dissected anything, Liz was my lab partner and she threw up. Thus, I thought from 6 grade and on "eww, dissection. I'm never taking Bio again!" Yet here I am in AP Bio, and today I dissected a fetal pig. I did whimper over the poor pig a bit (it's tongue was sticking out :'( sad sad sad) but I did it. I started the beginning of this year thinking I never would. But I did, so I'm proud. I challenged myself, and I learned a LOT about body systems. I also learned how to tell the difference between a female and male pig by lifting up its tail.
I also have a silly fear of heights. Not all the time- when I climb hills or mountains (like Devil's Lake) I am fine, it's mostly just elevators. I never really liked flying and the heights thing came in the time my cousin talked me into riding one of those rides at the fair that takes you up really high really slow and then drops you (a tower of terror like thing)
So I wasn't too keen on going up to the top of Rockafeller Center in NYC- but I did. I was scared to go up 850 feet (especially after Casey said "it only takes seven seconds") but I did it. I said, "you know what? I'm strong. I've dealt with a LOT of stuff tougher than this- let's be brave Lauren."
I hope to continue this trend. Maybe I'll go get my second HPV shot soon. I really want to give blood someday. If you know me at ALL, you'll know that I hate needles with a serious passion. But giving blood is SO important...I really want to put my fears aside and help someone. :)
So there we are. I'm trying to be open to a lot of things these days. I've been contemplating, despite the fear of needles, getting a tattoo in remembrance of DP. In the past I haven't really liked tattoos, but this seems really important...my dad was not happy. He suggested jewelry. I didn't even mention it to my mother. She would like it less than dad. Perhaps I'll start with Henna.
With love-
Lauren
P.S. the picture at the top of the page is a view of NYC from Rockefeller. That's the kind of treasure that was waiting at the top :D
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