Veni, vidi, vici.

I enjoy performing, I always have. This has made it easy for me to stay present every time a concert rolls around. I am constantly aware of how lucky I am that I get to do this for a living, and I am careful not to take it for granted. 

Now, when I think about it, I know it sounds like every concert is special (and to me, they are). Therefore, it’s quite a paradox I face when I try to write about it. Since each one of them being special makes them –maybe, to others– monotonous. All because of my stubborn nature of making them all mean something. Thankfully, this could not be farther from the truth. From my truth, anyway.

So, yes. Last night was a special one. To breathe in the now while on stage, to do a quick body mapping while in the last few moments of Bruckner’s 9th Symphony. Oh well, what fortune to exist and be alive!