It's that time of year again. Nationals is this weekend. Clogging Nationals. It's every year at Lagoon in Utah. And it's a blast. It's a lot of work and a really long weekend too.
Last night I had a dream that recurred about a dozen times. By the time I woke up, I was stressed and relieved at the same time. Relieved that it was only a dream, but stressed because- why was I dreaming this over and over?????
I get to Nationals and I forgot the music. Forgot to make CD's of the music. Forgot to bring my computer that has all the music on it. Forgot my son's MP3 player that has all the music on it. And, of course, my husband's blackberry thing wasn't working either. No music.
You don't have to be a dancer to understand how catastrophic it would be to show up at the world's largest clogging competition without any music. Total disaster. And totally my fault.
Breathe in. Breathe out. It was just a dream. A dream I had ALL NIGHT!!!!!!
So I vowed as soon as my eyes opened that I would make all the CD's today and lug my laptop to Utah if it was the last thing I did. And bring extra music too. Uhm.... I always do. Always. In the last 18 years of going to competitions, I've never forgotten the music. This year will be no different.
Now I just know what tonight's dreams will be about. My kids will have forgotten their costumes or clogging shoes. I can see it already :-)
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