1/8/14--The Sound Fiasco--Day 15

There are lots of things we work for in life. Sometimes it turns out amazing. We accomplish our goal and feel this great wave of liberation and elation. We have done it. We did something incredible. We worked our tails off and now it's finally paying off. These moments are few and rare, because most of the time we are struggling to get to this point. We have little successes, but most of the time we're trudging through the mud as we climb the seemingly insurmountable mountain. It's tempting to give up.

Then at some point or another, we sit on the mountain and think, I could just give up. I could roll back down. I could even just sit here until the dawn of time when I'm ready to try again.

Well, the video I'm going to share with you today is right before the moment I sat on the side of the mountain and thought, I could just give up right now.

My husband and I just got a new directional microphone for our camera and an LED light. I thought, this would be cool to try out.

I had more time than usual today because I had gotten off of work at one o clock. That meant I could plan out the movie a little more. I decided I wanted to do a homage to my mission. I was going to sing and play Nearer My God to Thee and make a slideshow of my amazing mission. Since one of my anniversaries of the mission was preoccupied with the more important issue of my grandma passing away.

This would give me a chance to try out the camera, the light and learn how to use Adobe Premier. I've been using Final Cut, but I would like to try out some of Adobe's more impressive effects. I mean, they have a whole program called After Effects. I was going to try the simple task of creating some image pans for the slideshow. What a great idea!

Unfortunately, with my novice-ness, I realized that after singing it again and again and again to make sure it was just right. And playing it and recording it all, every single shot.... the microphone was not turned on. No sound had been recorded. None. Not even the camera had captured it. My performance that had been tuned to perfection was only heard by my empty apartment.

I sat there in despair. Not only was my throat tired from singing, I was worried my neighbors were tired of hearing the same song over and over again.

But, through my anger and frustration, I did it all again. I am not sure what the finished product sounds like or what it will look like. But aside from feelings of reminiscing, I think it will evoke a certain feeling of frustration and trying it all over again. Which, when you think about it, that's what the mission is all about. Feeling like you're not getting anywhere and then trying again anyways. At the end of your mission, you usually have something beautiful. At the end of this experiment, we'll see if the same applies.