My brain took a tangent from Ally Bean’s post today and reminded me of these two things I said recently without realizing they were coming out of my mouth until they were long said:
“I don’t have time to explain to you why things take so much time.”
“If you keep calling so many things priorities, pretty soon the priorities list is going to be a horizontal line.”
Thanks, Pixabay, for the pic!
I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why.
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In the beginning of October, I joined a choir. For an introvert like me, who is friends with anxiety, this was a challenge. But I did it. After the initial leap, the second hardest thing is follow through. But follow through I did. I show up. I sing. I participate. I listen. I laugh. They’re a fun bunch. Oh, how I enjoys me some fun people.
Anyway, picture it: week five. I’m sitting in my section, the altos, also known as the troublemakers (I swear, they had this moniker before my arrival, though I’m happy to add to the mystique). We get through the first half of rehearsal. The songs are getting better. We’re hitting way more correct notes than wrong ones. And did I mention we’re having fun?
Anyway, part deux: we break for a few minutes. Alto Kim stands up to stretch her legs. I feel someone looking at me. I look up and smile at her.
“You know, we’re really happy that you’re here, you and Carol (other new alto next to me),” she says. “We’re sounding better and so much fuller. Before it was just us three.” She nods to the other two altos who have been around for some time.
“Thanks,” I say. “I’m happy to be here. I’m having a great time.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve been a member of a group, since I belonged to anything. It’s one thing to join something, but it’s a whole other thing to feel like you belong.
Nice to see you. If you were here in person, I’d offer you a daisy and a smiley face. Happy, happy hello.