As The Coachmans (me, Dale, & Cullen) were walking to the Brooklyn Children’s Museum yesterday in the snow, Dale started to sing his own version of Kirk Franklin’s “Why Do I Sing?”. It was funny and cute. It was also the truth.
I’ve been singing around the house lately. To Cullen. To Dale. In the Shower. While I’m cooking. While I’m working. You get the picture?! I’ve been singing more than I sang probably during the entire year of 2010. I love to sing but over the years I’ve become very disappointed and consequently, insecure of my voice quality. I don’t sing like I used to when I was a token Black girl in the Concert Choir at my predominantly white high school. I don’t sing like I used to in front of family and friends during holidays and birthday celebrations. The point is….I miss singing. In depth, I miss the Tia that I know myself to be. Not just the singing Tia but the sassy Tia, the unafraid Tia, the unabridged Tia.
Fortunately, my last post put it out there for all to see and for the universe to absorb….I’m back….and, in full effect.
So, now, I sing.