I guess when most people think of a strain, they probably think a leg or hand. Some kind of body part.
Well, I strained my voice today.
For the first time in 13 years, I sang in the most professional manner I have since 12th grade in 2005: the church choir.
To me, that’s probably as professional as it is ever going to get, and that is fine with me. Singing and music in general was something I pursued all throughout middle school and high school. I remember I absolutely couldn’t wait to enter 6th grade because then I could be in band class. I played the clarinet for a year and then the French horn for the remainder of middle school. I loved it. I loved the sound of a French horn, and I thought it had a much prettier sound than other instruments. I picked up very quickly on reading music and wanted to be a well-rounded artist in both vocals and instruments.
I was inspired by the violin player of the Dixie Chicks. Trisha Yearwood’s album, “Hearts in Armor”, back in the EARLY years inspired me to sing. My parents bought the cassette tape back in maybe late 80s/early 90s, and then I heard “Wrong Side of Memphis” on the radio.
I was hooked.
I played that cassette so much that it eventually broke. The film inside became worn and would no longer work. I am so glad to have Spotify now!
I thought seriously about pursuing music in college when I was in 12th grade, filling out those college applications and trying to plan my future when I had no idea about anything. But once that time came, I was in choir at Young Harris College in 2006 for one day and dropped the class.
To this day, I am honestly not sure why I did that. Maybe it was because my advisor stressed “real” classes, like chemistry, sociology, and statistics. Looking back on it, I wish I had continued singing. Looking back on it, I wish I would have been more active in looking for ways to become active in music.
I have missed it so much. Have you ever heard the saying, “If you don’t use it, you lose it?”
It is true, and, boy, did I lose it in 13 years.
I felt lost at first, like I have seen this before, but what does it mean? How many counts is this note? What does this note sound like? What letter is this note?
Have I really forgotten this much?
I am no Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston, but I was pretty good back in the day.
*brushes dust off my shoulders*
Anyways, I sang tonight. Sang my little heart out and focused on praising God, whom I owe my love for singing and music to. He gave me this gift, and I figured that the least I could do would be the serve through music.
My throat hurts. My voice box is sore. You know when you work a muscle so hard it shakes? That’s what my whole throat feels like! Will I be able to speak tomorrow?
Eh, I’ll survive.
I am so excited about learning to read music and sing again. I want to eventually learn the guitar and write some songs out of poems I have written. I think the world needs a bit more harmony, and I can do my part through art–all of it.
I guess lots of lemon water for me!