I don't know how to describe a recital. No one really knows what a person goes through with this battle until they have experienced it themselves. For the past year, the turbulent ride of ups and downs, highs and lows really come into play. Just ask Scot. He had to witness it by celebrating my practicing achievements and consoling my ultimate break downs with lots of hugs and kisses. No one knows unless you've done it.
And then that final recital. The final push. The ultimate sacrifice. The can this really be happening to me and time is not going fast enough to get this dang thing over with moment. It is like you are on a roller coaster for two years and all of it comes to a screeching halt and that entire hour solely depends on what you have done with the last two years, better yet, the last 20 years of your practicing life. Scary? Just a bit. Terrified? Bring it on.
People just don't understand what a recital is until they do it. Better yet, people don't understand what that final recital is until they do it.
And then you're done. D.O.N.E
All of that practicing, anticipating, praying, agonizing, preparing, yearning...
and it's over in a hour.
How did I feel? Like a free woman.
Would I do it all over again? In a heart beat.
And isn't it funny... I actually miss it.
