Meow at the cows.
So I guess I should explain the utter butt-hurtedness.

So, I was unfairly fired from my barista job today because even though I requested days off for rehearsals for all my upcoming engagements these next few weeks, it is still apparently its too much to deal with.

I spent pretty much all of today in a total funk, throughout rehearsals and coachings and classes alike.

More disappointments to follow when I went home to rest before rehearsal for great gatsby ( our first sitzprobe with the full orchestra!) And I’m just left tired, depressed, stressed and stuck…

Once I start singing and having fun and just enjoying the experience the other bullshit goes away. It just reaffirms the fact that music will be my one constant; that although occasionally its disappointments, it will never let me down.

I’m getting less anxious and more excited for the voice concerto competition this weekend, and gatsby to follow the weekend after, and agrippina soon after.

So for now, I’m still sad, I’m still alone, but I’m hopelessly hopeful.