I usually get so anxious before any gig where I have to make a public appearance that I suffer for days and sometimes weeks ahead of time. Yet last night I had to host the reception for a solo show of my work in a local gallery and loved every minute of it. I used to make my daughter or Adrian accompany me to these events for moral support, but this time I said neither had to bother. And I wasn’t anxious before the event, either.
What made the difference? When I first moved to Ithaca...
