Sometimes when I’m stressed and can’t get myself out of a funk, I sing. Usually it’s something by The Beatles and lately, you guessed it – The Long and Winding Road.
I sing loud and proud, not really caring if I have that voice. I try to follow the lyrics, but sometimes the lyrics don’t work with me. So I make ‘em up. It’s not always pretty or easy on the ears but I can get it out. It feels good.
Until a certain 3-year old informs me that I’m driving her ears nuts.