Monday, December 12, 2016

Day 15: It Ain't Over Until The Fat Lady Sings

CHEESEBALL ALERT!

You were warned!

You know what one of the very few things that I've always loved to do that has NEVER made me worry about my appearance?

Singing at the top of my lungs.  Yep.  Loud and proud.

Sure, I don't do it in public anymore, but I love to sing. I usually don't remember the words and have a tendency to make up my own or "do do do" it.  Like my drawing and doodling, it's truly a stress-reliever.  Whether I'm being silly or serious, it makes me happy.  

I always thought that I'd have a musical career.  I wanted to be on Broadway.  I realized that my acting ability wasn't stellar, though, unless I could crack a joke somewhere.  Singing it was!  I was only in a few shows post school.  I did get to be Grace Ferrell in Annie when I was pregnant with Hannah.  That was fun.  I loved being on stage.  (Pssst... that's my code for "attention whore".)  Real life got in the way and so did sheer laziness.  Sensing a theme?

I used to sing to my girls all the time when they were little.  They were pretty young when American Idol first came out and they used to ask me why I didn't audition.  Um.  Well, I'm too old and not really THAT good.  It always made me grin, though.

I've never done karaoke, which is weird, I know.  I really don't have much of an interest in it, either.  I love it most when I'm doing what I'm doing now...  Working on something totally unrelated (cleaning, driving, updating my blog!) and it's background music that I have to just sing along to.  I know that it's a good thing that I never quit my day job, but who cares?  Ha.

I know I'm kinda dorky, I suppose, but I could have far worse habits.  I've noticed that, in the last year or so, my right brain has come back out to play. My desire to be creative has come pouring out.  It's not for anyone else; it's for me.  

When I do venture onto my elliptical machine, I always sing my heart out.  It's what gets me through the boredom and repetitiveness of the task at hand.  It's a fantastic distraction.  A soothing escape. We all need more of those, right?

So, while I drink a glass of wine (or is it my second?) and update this post, I have Straight No Chaser filling my room and I'm doing my best to keep up.  :)

Cheers!


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