A Song of Solitude
Man, I'm getting a little depressed. I miss singing alot. I really want to sing again, but I can't do the whole rock thing. I just can't. At first I didn't want to, but now I just can't imagine swamping my schedule even more than it is now. I don't know, I wouldn't be doing it for the right reasons either. I guess I just got thinking about it today when Rocio, a girl at work, was talking about music. I shared with her my experience and we found a good common ground to have conversation on. It was awesome, she taught me a diaphragm training exercise. She is so nice. She also tested my timing on a diaphragm exercise. I got 16.8 seconds, while 20 is the goal. She said she can't get any higher than 12 seconds. I probably go longer because of the 8 years of playing flute, who knows. All I know is it triggered these emotions and now I really miss singing. Maybe when the new Gilbert church is planted I can sing in it. Who knows. Pastor Mike called my dad today, brought him up to date with what's going on. Hmm. Anyway, I decided I won't be working out at the gym for a while, I need to figure out what machines to use, then I will. The trainers have been helping me out (only because I give them smoothie samples, haha). Anyway, I'm sticking to my 4 different crunches a night, which I must do right now.