Are you listening?
When I was a small child I loved to sing. Not too much has changed. I’m just not quite sure when singing became a means of decompressing and not just something I did because it sounded pretty.
Now, singing for me, is a little [and sometimes a lot] of both.
I like to sing just for the sake of singing so in my angst filled times I get to practice. Shh, that’s what I call it, just go with me on this.
When I am stressed out or feeling down I
want need to sing. And yes, it does matter what, but it’s not always the same songs so I can’t really tell ya here. If I told ya…
Let It Out To Get It Out
I have always been a creative sort. From drawing to making music to writing, you name it, I do it. I am also quite crafty and artisan, i.e. I like to build things.
It seems to me, that when I create, it releases something [sometimes] negative inside of me into something positive to share outside of me. In a sense, it is giving birth. I give birth to words and pictures and things…and sounds.
Especially sounds. Singing is my polite way of screaming at the world when it’s all f*cked up! And sometimes, just sometimes…it doesn’t sound that bad at all.