Sorry, Patrick!!! You inspired me to eat pizza last night, though! Oh, well, I'll just say I ate another slice for you! I've tried diets, but I always get sick, no matter what I do.... It's almost like my body prefers to eat cruddy food!!! Sad, sad, sad...
But, at 120, I can't complain!
The fair judges are the most brutal. So far, at any contest I have gone to, I have always been given a super nice judge and I complain every year to my band friends (who are sick of hearing this) that I wish I had a judge that would just pick me apart so I know what to work on! A "good job," although nice, just doesn't tell me anything. A "nice appearence" just sets me on edge! Well, because of my luck, I bet I am going to get the toughest judge on one of my BAD days and I really am going to lose it!
I sure hope not...
I have to admit, my ego took a bit of a dive after I was challenged by someone a year or two younger than me and few years ago and I really had to struggle to keep my spot in the flutes; I wasn't expecting her to be so good and I almost lost my spot because of it. Always treat every musician as if they were so much better than you, I always say to myself when I find I have too much swagger in my step! That always sets me right!