I’ve gone through my pictures about forty times today–the pictures I took while I was on tour with Mindy and the band, that is. And I’m having a hard time deciding how to share the awesomeness that was the Mindy Gledhill Christmas Concert Tour.
It’s been a long time since I felt the need to pinch myself and ask, “Is this really my life?” But lately, that’s how I feel. Life is so good. So fun. So fulfilling. So full—full of cool people, cool experiences, and opportunities that make me happy.
When I climbed into bed last Monday night (after our own house concert) I had a feeling it was just the beginning of a great week. Turns out, I was right.
[Saturday Night in Tri-Cities, WA]People sometimes ask what I do when I manage a tour like this and the answer is … I do details. I make sure the band is taken care of, that there’s food when food is needed, that the sound tech knows when soundcheck is scheduled for, that the set looks good, that hotel rooms are reserved, that email lists are passed around, that the baby is bounced, that merchandise is set up, sold, and accounted for, that backs are rubbed, that the promoters know our wherabouts and needs, that photos are taken, and that the media knows we’re coming.
It’s a ton of work and I’m utterly exhausted when I get home.
But then I think … is this really my life? How much cooler could it get?
(Apparently not much cooler at all seeing as how I now need to go change the sheets in the spare room and scrub the toilet. My sister, brother-in-law, and niece are coming tomorrow for Christmas. And I’m guessing they’d appreciate clean sheets and a clean toilet. It’s the least I can do.)