thank you for the music; the songs I’m singing.

Maybe more than anything else, this was the gift I got this year on my anniversary:

“I want to get you to the point that you’re singing. Everything, all the time…and not worrying about it.”

“…why?”

“Because that’s who you are.”

Without sounding too melodramatic (oh, who am I kidding), it changed how I’ve been thinking about myself lately. Because that’s who you are. Such a simple thing; a simple thing to say and a simple thing to mean.  And he was right. I think that’s the part that really hit me. That is who I am.  How did I get to this point, this wall that I’ve come up against again and again?  How did I get to the point I’ve been at for years and years – how did it become fear that ruled over that impulse?  Somehow, just hearing that put all my fears into an odd sort of perspective.

More than the keyboard and the singing lessons, hearing that from his mouth was the most important gift, most important push towards what he wants for me.  And more importantly, what I’ve wanted for myself.

I’m going to be the person that I’m meant to be.

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