Working on a good size party. 170 guests. Sit down dinner. Name cards. Place settings. Programs.
They were given two months time to reply, prior to last weeks food ordering deadline. But still today -two days before the event- I’m getting additions.
Not sure if it’s a cultural thing, laziness or rudeness but I’m afraid I’m going to have to turn people away at the door. And what do you say? Sorry, no food for you. You didn’t send us your response card. Starting a separate list in my head of individuals I can ask to give up their dinner. Bringing myself a peanut butter sandwich.
Trying to breathe.
Competed at the Hamnadang National Tournament last weekend.
Convinced to take part for practice and experience. And that was all good.
But even more, I was looking for that sense of belonging. Being a part of something large and exciting and dramatic. It was a fleeting feeling but good while it lasted.
Linking to myself. A recap for Father’s Day!
Excitement permeated the house.
For this day only, everyone woke up – on their own – well before the alarm clocks went off.
They are excited to finish and move up.
Enjoying the freedom – even if it is for just a few months.
Trying to decide if the time and effort put into this project still has value.
Wish I could be hovering above myself – see the big picture – so I could know what to do.
Ridiculously tired. And I missed class again.
Need to step it up.
But for right now, simply laying down.