A Lack Of Song

Worrying is pointless, but there are valid reasons for trying to figure something out. Looking for solutions is not the same thing as just worrying about out comes.

My children can tell you that I am famous for loud, operatic little songs that are really only badly sung pop tunes. It is one of the ways I let off steam when they were growing up. One of the more common ones came when I was close to giving up and sang, "Life is just a bowl of cherries and I am living off the pits." Bad comedy is better than even quiet profanity.

Tonight I realized that I have not had a need to sing this particular song in over ten years. Part of that is that I would not sing around friends who made a living in music. Ego and fear go close in hand with any musical talent that I may, or may not have. A larger part is that I have had no need, because I have not felt that pressured in a very very long time.

The event I considered the second worst thing that could ever happen to me -- did. And instead of killing me, it set me free. No lesson could be more powerful.