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Saturday, January 23, 2016

False Assumptions

I am generally very relaxed and go with the flow.  For that reason people somehow think that I'm too nice or not capable of speaking up when I need to.  Not true.  I admit I may have a different way of going about getting something done as most people would, but I am definitely not wimpy.  I had a coworker put me to the test recently in jest, but it's still applicable.  She was blocking my way to the printer and challenging me to get that paper.  Being slightly annoyed by it, I took the challenge.  I saw a weakness in her effort to block it and went straight for it without hesitation.  Everyone who saw seemed to be impressed by it.  I've warned people that I'm not that wimpy...and I can give people the death look (steely eyes) just as good as anyone.  I have witnesses.  I know there is a strength in there being reserved for the appropriate moments.

This caused me to think a lot about the impressions I give people.  I've heard a lot of them and yet I don't know how they come up with some of these things.  Most people see right off that I'm calm and relaxed.  Some tell me they think I'm smart--LOL, got them fooled--and others think I'm sweet.  The most alarming statement I got once told me that this person's first impression was that I was a bit of a snob, that is until I started talking more.  Strange this that every time someone tells me about their impressions it surprises me and I'm left to wonder what I do to make them think that way.

Not a lot of out of the normal activity this week.  Sang again this weekend in a church choir after another whirlwind of practices...this chorister seems to like to do that.  I have always known that music really sinks in, but it wasn't until I sang one of these songs that I realized just how much.  The music started playing--it was a rather energetic song and majestic--and flipped on some internal switch.  Just as I heard the first notes I was so overpowered emotionally that I was shaking terribly, like I was nervous...but really I wasn't...and it got worse just as I opened my mouth to sing.  Wow.  That was the most interesting moment I'd had for a long time.  Remember me mentioning above about reserving strength for appropriate moments?  I think that just happened.  Though part of me was feeling weak with trembling my mind was clear and I could sing the music (perhaps with the exception of a few word mishaps--we only had four hour-long practices to learn three new songs) even when the parts split--all from memory.  I've always been good at connecting to music I'm learning, but I'm always amazed during these situations just how much I have picked up.  Such a humbling experience.