Sun - Jun 01, 2014 : 01:03 am
exhausted
Exhausting Day
Today, I woke up at 6:00am, after getting a maximum of 4 hours of sleep (and it would only be 4 hours if I wasn't woken up in the middle of the night multiple times, which I was, so it was actually less)
I prayed before I went to bed that I would be able to survive the day and get everything done that needed doing.
Anyway, I woke up at 6, drove to Manti, practiced with Plan B and the new bassist, Jared, because our lead guitarist quit. We practiced for 2.5 hours, leaving me exactly enough time to drive back home to make my 12:00 session with a rapper. I made it, and we had an awesome session.
That session ended at 1:30, and the next session for the day was at 1:30, so I had like 5 minutes to grab something to eat.
My 1:30 ended up going until 4:30 (another great session, which really shouldn't have happened, because the hours between this session are the hours one is usually relentlessly tired, especially under these circumstances... Oh yeah, and also, the music was ambient new age... Very, very sleepy music.) Anyway... That session went wonderfully.
After that, I needed to leave by 4:30 in order to make it to Jesse's house at 5:00 to catch a ride with him to our first Tiny Boats show in Layton (a 1.5 hours drive from Springville).... Because her session got out at 4:30, and I still needed to pack and such, I ended up leaving just before 5 to get to his house by 5. Didn't happen.
Long story short, we connected, made it to Layton, and were about to begin the show, when Jesse decided to call a band prayer. We prayed that we would all do our best.
Now, keep in mind, by this time, I should have been slobbering tired, but I wasn't. I was definitely deprived of sleep, but I wasn't exhibiting the normal symptoms of being very tired.... I had energy, and I was happy, the two first things to go when I'm tired.
So.... We started the show, and first thing I notice is that my vocals are just SPOT on. Our harmonies were impeccable, and that rarely happens.... I was so tired, I shouldn't have been able to remember the lyrics, let alone sing them with perfect pitch. That was God answering prayers.
Moral of this story is... Prayers are answered. I'm now going up to bed, where I was, when I felt prompted to come down and write all of this down. Holy cow, am I tired.
(and I haven't even thought about the sunday school lesson I'm supposed to teach tomorrow morning.) Oh well.. The Lord will provide.
G'night all!
Music / Personal / Spiritual