If I sing karaoke in my livingroom and there is no one around to hear it, am I really singing?
Sunday is family karaoke night at our local pub. But today is Easter. I called ahead to ask if karaoke was still going on, and they said yes, 7 o'clock. I showed up with my entire family and there was NO karaoke. My bottom lip protruded and I pouted a bit. I have these bursts of energy where I have to sing or do SOMETHING creative. You don't want to be around when all I do is work for weeks or months on end with no creative outlet. I become this very strange, quirky, twitchy person. I was really looking forward to karaoke night with my family. My Mom is so sweet, she came to my house and listened to me sing "Me and Bobby McGee" in my livingroom. So, my opening statement was not exactly true...my Mom heard me sing.
For the past six months it has been a challenge to keep consistent with my creative outlets. My friend's karaoke business has been rocky, and recently he was fired from his regular location, so I have had to find a new place to sing, and that is difficult to do with the kids. My Grey's Anatomy show has been off the air due to the writer's strike (that is my cathartic outlet) and the band my friend Mark & I keep trying to organize will not commit to actual practices. Grrr. So I have mostly been working the past 5 months with very little artistic expression.
I think I mentioned in another post that I have a Supergirl complex. I want it all. I want to do it all. I want to make money, run a business, be creative & artistic, and then on top of all that, I want to look HOT! hahahahahahaha...ok, that was really funny. *wiping away tears of laughter* My mind literally does not stop coming up with ideas. I admittedly lack focus. There is also an aspect of procrastination there I suppose, but the truth is, I keep jumping around from idea to idea...not knowing where to really stop and work on one project. I have this fear of wasting my life. When I am on stage singing... and the people in the audience stop what they are doing to listen to me sing, that is when I feel truly accomplished. That's when I know that I am doing what I was meant to do. I miss the stage, I miss it terribly.
Sunday is family karaoke night at our local pub. But today is Easter. I called ahead to ask if karaoke was still going on, and they said yes, 7 o'clock. I showed up with my entire family and there was NO karaoke. My bottom lip protruded and I pouted a bit. I have these bursts of energy where I have to sing or do SOMETHING creative. You don't want to be around when all I do is work for weeks or months on end with no creative outlet. I become this very strange, quirky, twitchy person. I was really looking forward to karaoke night with my family. My Mom is so sweet, she came to my house and listened to me sing "Me and Bobby McGee" in my livingroom. So, my opening statement was not exactly true...my Mom heard me sing.
For the past six months it has been a challenge to keep consistent with my creative outlets. My friend's karaoke business has been rocky, and recently he was fired from his regular location, so I have had to find a new place to sing, and that is difficult to do with the kids. My Grey's Anatomy show has been off the air due to the writer's strike (that is my cathartic outlet) and the band my friend Mark & I keep trying to organize will not commit to actual practices. Grrr. So I have mostly been working the past 5 months with very little artistic expression.
I think I mentioned in another post that I have a Supergirl complex. I want it all. I want to do it all. I want to make money, run a business, be creative & artistic, and then on top of all that, I want to look HOT! hahahahahahaha...ok, that was really funny. *wiping away tears of laughter* My mind literally does not stop coming up with ideas. I admittedly lack focus. There is also an aspect of procrastination there I suppose, but the truth is, I keep jumping around from idea to idea...not knowing where to really stop and work on one project. I have this fear of wasting my life. When I am on stage singing... and the people in the audience stop what they are doing to listen to me sing, that is when I feel truly accomplished. That's when I know that I am doing what I was meant to do. I miss the stage, I miss it terribly.
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