A couple of days ago I received a picture showing a long row of empty alcohol bottles. It was a performance by a small-town dance troupe during Song and Dance Festival Week. Moreover, in less than a week, because the climax of the festival was still ahead of the dancers at that time. I could only gasp, “All respect!” How they managed to find the strength to perform the physically challenging holiday rehearsal and concert program and still celebrate togetherness at night – that remained a mystery to me.
I’ve been shuttling between rehearsals, concerts and more important tasks this holiday week. I was always in a hurry and was late for something. I forgot what a normal number of hours of sleep means. If my feet, tired from standing for a long time, started to hurt, I shook them off and moved on. I pour it out, freeze it and heat it up in the sun. I got angry, cried with joy and apathetically followed the last songs of the evening’s rehearsals. I took every chance I got to sit on something other than concrete stairs. I checked that it is possible to fall asleep on the Mežaparks stage bench while there is activity around. In short, tired in all sorts of ways. But would I be willing to give up something in this experience? No! I’m already looking forward to the opportunity to enjoy it all again at the next Song Festival. None of the fifty shades of fatigue was without purpose, all of them led to some kind of growth, starting from the ability to sing compositions from the “harder end” to growing in the awareness of one’s Latvian identity.
2023-07-10 21:02:02
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