I recently got angry at my hospice chorus director for trying to fine tune a song we sing. I felt it was good enough and I was so frustrated with her for interrupting the flow of the song to make corrections. I came to realize that I was looking at our rehearsal as my therapy because I was spending more energy I had taking care of some friends in crisis. It was a wake up call for me to get more time for myself.
On Aug 12, 2025 janet heartson wrote :