I’m not actually talking about the act of singing, although that is definitely good for you. I’m actually referring to the song Sing. If someone had told me when I was in high school.I would like bands like My Chemical Romance I would have probably laughed in their face, that was more my sister’s thing. It’s amazing how people can change between high school and college. In the current world where it is easy to think that one voice doesn’t matter the song reminds people that revolutions can and do start with a single voice struggling to be heard above the mass of popular opinion. One voice can change the world. When did we forget that?
I am still surprised at how much this attention this blog has gotten in the fairly recent past. I started it is nothing more than a repository for my thoughts. It was a last ditch effort to keep writing fun for me, a place where I didn’t feel obligated or under pressure to write and with the pressure and overhanging sense of obligation gone I write. What I never expected was for other people to write me back. When I began I wrote out of desperation now I write in the hope of hearing even just one small voice cheering me on in the distance. Even constructive criticism has that effect. If a person offers constructive criticism I don’t take it negatively because the person’s comment is in effect saying to me, “I believe in you and I want to help you become someone greater than you are at this present moment.” Some of the people reading this might be aware that I have a half written manuscript gathering dust on my hard drive. To be honest, I haven’t touched it in months, every time I have tried I am overwhelmed with a horrible case of performance anxiety and anything I managed to write sounds stilted and two-dimensional and therefore gets scrapped almost as soon as I write it.I have discovered that the comments and even just the simple views that this blog accumulates are slowly helping to rebuild my confidence in myself as a competent writer, for that simple gift I will never be able to say thank you enough.
Oh don’t you see that lonesome dove sitting on an ivy tree? She’s waiting for her own true love as I will weep for mine.