I'm singing tonight at the local elementary find arts night. I'm disproportionately excited/nervous. I am not blasé, but I hope I manage to act that way in person. I used to think I missed the limelight and thrill of performing, but as I've been practicing this week, trying to grease up the rusty pipes, I've relized that I really miss the act of singing. I miss making music. I miss the explosion of emotion in the form of song. I miss the warm feeling in my throat and the ringing inside my head. I love singing.
I need to find a way to put my first love back in my life. I want to do it in a way that doesn't take over my life. My family will always be my priority, but I think there is room in there for something.
P.S. My computer has died and has been sent away for a week before it can be reborn. So no pictures for you!