Sunday, July 22, 2012

Leave it at the Door

I hate it when I don't get enough sleep. I hate when I've had an argument with a friend. I hate when I feel alone, even though I know I have plenty of people I can always talk to. I hate being interrupted when I'm reading. I hate disappointing people.
But none of that matters in a performance.
Focusing on everything that went wrong in my day won't do me or the audience any good. I end up going through the motions, and not feeling the message we're giving. I shake it all off in greenroom and leave at the door of the sanctuary. Our concert isn't about me. It's about praising God, and how could I do that if all I can think about is how mad I am? I need to be in the moment, listening to the dialogues and connecting to our songs.
So I don't care how tired I am. I don't care what words were said. I don't care what someone thought of me. I don't care that my feet ache or my head hurts. I just don't care, because up there, nothing else matters.