When he sees me cart out my keyboard and all its related gear into the garden on hot, humid, Michigan summer afternoon, my Operations Manager asks me what I am doing.
I tell him that there is a wedding tomorrow and that the rehearsal for the ceremony is in 15 minutes.
“I didn’t think you of all people needed to rehearse,” he responds.
I want to tell him that I don’t need to rehearse.
But that I show up for these things because I remain critical and distrustful of some of the staff he has hired.
And that I would rather put in the extra time and have a beautiful event than have any miscommunication occur on the actual day itself.
Instead, I laugh and thank him for the compliment.
I’m really rehearsing staying silent on matters that warrant me saying nothing.