Oh the Christmas Program. It was such a headache. I did everything in my power to make it simple for everyone involved. Christmas fell on a Sunday last year, and I was asked by our senior pastor to put together a program. I wanted it special, but I knew that people would be very busy. So I created a program broken into different presentations by different groups of people. Those groups will practice on their own, and we'll have two rehearsals where we practice all together. It was simple because each group only has to concern themselves with what they're doing. We're basically a line-up of presentation, but put together, there's a story and a cohesiveness.
But people started dropping out either last minute or without telling me. One group's choreographer approached me herself, but dropped out. Another group sought me out to confirm their performance, but dropped out without telling anyone until we finally reached the choreographer. The other group dropped out without telling me at all until I asked them myself. The finale dancers dropped out last minute. But they received a call from their cell group leader, who told them they must dance because they committed to do it, and procrastinating the way they did was their fault. One singer, the first performance, just didn't show up without telling me. The person making a backdrop told me late Christmas Eve that he needs me to provide the fabric for the backdrop, but he thankfully pulled through the next day. Then during the program itself, the audio technician did not follow my specific and written-out instructions causing 5 minute silent delays in the program.
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It wasn't a good Christmas Program experience, but it was a nice Christmas. When I agreed to put together the Christmas Program, I promised myself that I would not let it stress me out and I would never let it ruin my Christmas. Hah. Isn't it nice that the memory in the forefront of my brain is a disastrous Christmas Program?
Wait. Did I even achieve anything from reflecting on the past year? Maybe this year, 2012, is the year I grow up. I don't even want to grow up. I'm not mature enough for that. But reflecting on the past year just shows me that I need to work harder at blogging. Because then I could just look at my past posts when I write my 2012 Reflections.