A little bit of catch up...

I've not been to Blogger in awhile....blogging makes me sort my thoughts and examine myself...something I've been avoiding lately. With great success, I might add. However, after catching up on some blog reading today, I've discovered that I miss it! There's something liberating about letting it all go, the thoughts, emotions, moods that is freeing. With every word that flows out from my fingertips, one gets wiped off my slate up in here...I need my slate wiped regularly. :)

I'm hearing that the concert was a success. Good thing people are talkin' because for the most part, I have no idea what all went on that day. I stepped foot on those grounds at 8am that morning and tunnel vision set in. I set out to accomplish what was mine to accomplish and paid very little attention to anything else. I think I may have begun to breathe again about 10:30 that night. I've no idea how many miles I walked that day but I did decide that my cherished Converse weren't made to withstand that many steps, no matter how favorite they may be!

Awesome doesn't even begin to cover the people who showed up to help. Before I could get a request out of my mouth, someone was already doing it. I realized that day and since then, looking back, how completely blessed I am by the people in my life. They worked their butts off without compensation and without a complaint. They willingly donated their time and resources for the dream I had in my heart. I've not found adequate words to express my gratitude.

I expected chaos that day but was met with order instead. We had exactly two "instances". One: I decided I'd better figure out exactly where the breakers were that shut off the lights and make dang sure they weren't gonna zap any stage lights or equipment when I flipped them. Good news? I found them and no guitars were harmed in the flipping. The bad? They didn't come back on when I told them to. AND, the ugly...I flippped smooth out for the 1st ( & only!) time that day. I was due to open the doors in thirty minutes and I had no lights. Now,with it more than a week behind me, it doesn't seem like such a big deal...but I'm tellin ya...right then, it nearly cost me every ounce of my composure. God masterfully placed voices of reason all around me and they managed to calm me right back into place. As soon as my freak out moment ended, the lights began to warm back up and come back on. Whew...they were like the gym lights from grade school....takes em a bit to do their thing.

So Number Two was a bigger deal, yet, I handled it much more level headedly. Go figure. Somehow, the stage didn't get strapped together in all the proper places and when Kiros held their "boy band" dance contest, it began to come apart in the middle. The little guy who had the job of crawling under there and strapping it tight amid all the jumping and dancing, said it was quite scary looking up and seeing feet nearly coming thru on top of his head. The drummer was talking about it later.... Even tho he never seemed to miss a beat, he was having quite a time back there. The bass drum was falling into the seam and into his knee which made keeping rhythm quite challenging. "Things just kept moving toward me", he said. I told him I was sorry it happened, I kinda felt bad but he then told me stories of falling OFF stages when his stool leg would go thru the seam in the stage. For some reason, that made me feel better... :)

Taylor lost count at 331 when the stream of people began running thru the door so 500 is a rough estimate of how many we think were there. I stood at the back and watched for about a minute when Seventh Day Slumber took the stage...couldn't help myself and I just had to marvel at the crowd. The security team did a fantastic job...I was super impressed. In fact, I was just impressed, period. Even with having to clean a bathroom stall with puke all over it, I can say, it was an awesome night. I will definately be doing it again. Can't wait.