Professional

Yesterday I found myself adding yet another skill to my growing repertoire. I played the washboard. In a restaurant. With a band. For money. Although I would not say I was completely happy with my performance, we did get compliments and thank you's from several diners. And my husband assures me they don't have to say thank you to the band, and often don't. As a weekly part of a band in the same restaurant, he can know. So I must assume that either yesterday's customers were extremely nice and polite (but insincere), or that they were pleased with our performance, however unlikely that may seem to me. At least I apparently didn't, by my mishandling the washboard, kill the show. The nanowrimo project encourages one to ignore one's inner editor (only for the month, only for the first rough draft). I have not only an inner editor, but also an inner music critic, an inner washboard playing critic, an inner mistruster of people and more. Quite crowded inside, yes. And the worst is when one of them says: here you got a compliment but you know just as well as anybody that that person only wanted to be nice and give you a good feeling. In reality however, your guiding/washboard playing/performance/blog/dress/hair/etc. wasn't that good. I am mean to myself like that. Even if I never say: it was really bad. No, it just wasn't good enough. It was a try, but I didn't try hard enough. I did my best but I should have done better.
But this time I'm going to ignore my inner chorus. I am a professional washboard player!