It's been one month! We're still at that point, like when you're in the beginning of a relationship in 8th grade, where we're so new we can celebrate each month, though unlike that same relationship, we will last a year. In any case, I type this with bruised fingers, because I've spend the evening playing a guitar, something I haven't done in years. It felt really good. What feels like a century ago, more like five years ago, I was such a regular at open mic night that people knew the words to the songs I had written. I was never very good at guitar, but I am a singer if nothing else in this world, and my songs weren't half bad. Tonight, I am thankful that my friend Larrin asked me to sing a song or two at her gig, and is actually playing them for me so I don't embarrass myself. I forgot how much I loved to sing, how much it is a part of me, how it is something about which I never doubt myself. I AM a singer. I forgot.
~Jen
2 comments:
I didn't know that you sang! I would love more than anything to hear you one day! I'm sorry I've been so busy. I'm grateful to have this moment to catch up and read this.
yeah, I have a BA in vocal performance. :) as much as this has really not served me well, I am grateful for the experience, even if i disappointed my voice teacher and did not go on to grad school for opera (though, i'd probably have a job now...)
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