I am a terrible, terrible singer. I’m probably the worst you know.
Somewhere along the way I lost all sense of pitch, and now I just sing either at the decibel of a mouse or to the general comedic reaction of others (me: “haha, yeah, my voice is hilarious…”)(secretly, I want to die).
But I was at yoga the other day and the teacher, who was this eccentric but genuine guy, told us all to sing. And asked us to keep singing until we found the joy in it. For the first time in what feels like forever, I was singing. Not quietly, and loving it. And it made me realize how important, even if you’re not musically inclined, it is to enjoy and create a little bit of music because it makes you happy. So, I’m going to start singing again — apologies in advance if you hear me! Maybe I’ll just stick to crooning in the shower for now…
It makes me wonder, do a lot of us feel a little insecure about sharing our voice with the world? Or do you sing to your heart’s content?