I think is a absolute torture when less than perfect doesn't count. Being hyper-conscious with my efforts to improve, taking care to carefully craft my phrasing, forcing a pleasing intonation-- none of these work unless executed perfectly every time and, well I don't even for how long. And, wow, it is incredibly frustrating. Life was easier when I didn't try. I'm not used to this kind of frustration and I don't know how to ignore it or hide it or deal with it but I do know that the frustration make everything worse. I think my only option is to keep trying so I'm going to keep trying.
I was browsing the new CDs at the library came across a new pop album by
Idina Menzel. You go Idina Menzel! I guess I like her; I take it this is mostly because I enjoy Rent and partly because I like her husband? You'd think my adoration of hottie hott hot Taye Digges would make me jealous of her but my feeling are closer to "I just know [based on ___?] that Taye Digges is a great guy so if he's married to this lady then she must be great too." Interesting. Anyway, her album, I Stand, is perfect for my current mood.
Lately I've been into music that allows me to dance with arms raised gathering from the sky. This while spinning in circles and winding my waist.
Lately I believe all music allows this type of dancing.
I will end with the customary laments. I should be in bed right now and I ought to read Dinosaur comics more regularly (viz. daily).