Made for Walking

Here I go...back to New York. Then Philadelphia. Then Pittsburgh. Then Baltimore for a couple of hours. Then home. The physical journey is nothing compared to the mental journey this trip will put me through. 4 cities, two buses, two planes, and some subway rides mixed in, all in a matter of 6 days. In transit, there's always time for mental exercise. Today was no exception, collecting thoughts while on the Big Blue Bus:

There are a lot of sayings about walking.

Walk a mile in my shoes...

These boots were made for walking...

Different walks of life...

Take it one step at a time...

The act of putting one foot in front of the other has played a symbolic role in ancient history as well as in the modern world. Think back to the Bible stories where God's people walked for 40 years straight. Later, Jesus came, and He walked on water.

Today, we walk to raise money for a good cause. We walk to express concern over tax reform. Walking alone can cool a hot temper, settle a full stomach, jog your memory, keep you healthy, body and mind. It's so much more than point A to point B.

In the past year, I estimate that I have walked a total of 1500 miles. Seriously. While living in New York City, I walked everywhere, going to work or a voice lesson, shopping or killing time. Some days I walked while pushing a stroller or carrying heavy bags or pulling a suitcase or with someone's preciously tired toddler on my hip...in the rain. You may be wondering, given the endless options of public transit in New York, why I walked so very much. Truth be told, it's easier. I only needed to rely on myself, my own two feet and endurance. The subway schedule was not always reliable, neither were buses, and I never got in a cab unless I was feeling a little bit diva that day, mainly because traffic is awful everywhere and going 10 blocks can take 30 minutes.

The year before that, I was living in Baltimore after finishing grad school at Peabody. With a new apartment, new roomie, full-time job, and a startlingly new approach to everyday, I still didn't have a car. I've never had one. (Yes, I do have a license, and I'm a very good driver.) My job as a front desk agent (see pic below) at a downtown hotel was about two miles from my apartment. When I first started, it was summer and I worked the 3-11pm shift, so walking to work was mostly pleasant. But when I switched to the 7am-3pm shift as fall and winter came closer, I awoke in darkness, sometimes with rain or snow, and dreaded the half hour trek to work. I could have taken a combination of bus and light rail, but any permutation of the routes always came out to at least an hour commute, which meant waking up earlier and spending money instead of just calories.

[Don't worry. I will get to how this relates to singing...]

There were days that I really got down on myself. I remember crying on the walk home several times, exhausted from being on my feet all day, not wanting to sacrifice a dime that I earned toward a cab, and thinking "how could this be me? I can't believe I'm a person that has to do this."

It's taken a little while, but after traveling to Europe twice, discovering every nook and cranny of Manhattan's Upper East Side, and investing in some heavy duty rain boots, I have a profound appreciation for being able to walk great distances under any conditions.

Last spring, I met one of my favorite opera singers, Natalie Dessay. (Now one of the most recognized names in the world of opera, Ms. Dessay captured my heart when I was studying Lakmé as an undergraduate at Loyola.) She said something to me that day that I hold in my heart every time I get the least bit discouraged. I fought back tears of appreciation and awe as I greeted her and told her I was a singer, too. "Just keep improving and improving, and eventually, you'll get there," she advised. It was a statement from someone who started out dancing and acting before taking singing seriously

I realize a little more each day that this career is indeed down a seemingly never ending winding path before me: A journey from point A to point somewhere-else-who-knows. Natalie says I’ll “get there,” as if the “there” were actually a place existing in time and space. If only. I’ve been to the Met. I’ve been “there.” It isn’t the place that I’m after, not the point B. If that were the case, I’d be done! Perhaps I adore walking so much now because the forward motion at least gives the illusion of progress in other categories of my life. As long as I can put one foot in front of the other, the possibilities are quite endless. I think she is right, though. If nothing else, she is saying that step by step, we all get somewhere. The "there" may be a fabulous career in performance, or a small-town family life, or something in between.

I was made for this walking that I do. And tomorrow I will walk into another audition, and on Saturday, another. I might not be wandering in a desert or fighting for a good cause, but what I do, I do in good faith, a faith that all this walking will get me there...eventually. Just like Natalie said. And who knows? I might have to walk until there is nowhere else to go.