Some people get their adrenaline rushes by jumping of a cliff, by balancing on a high narrow ridge, by rushing faster and faster down a hill on a mountain bike.
I plan events that I’m no where near qualified to lead.
Last week’s music night was a bit too familiar for the choir members, and a bit too terrifying for the rest. So we’ve spent the week trying to figure out how to do it differently.
We said to each other:
We can use drums and shakers and things
we’ll encourage people to put down the thing they know they can do well, and try something unfamiliar: violinists play the flute… sopranos get the maracas… the silent types can sing the lead…
so I’ve been begging and borrowing instruments (and we don’t have enough)
I’ve been googling rhythm games and drumming workshops
and with 40 minutes till kick-off, I’ve suddenly thought:
What on earth am I doing?? I’m not a musician. I don’t play any of these instruments. How can this possibly work?
And to make it worse: Molly is sitting firmly on the cheat sheets and she’s not budging.
It might be a scary night.
all in the name of building confidence.
pray for us, dear reader.