Karaoke God

First off, thanks to everyone who was thinking of Maxx.  He's on the mend, scared of the new house, but loving all the space.  My days revolve now around whether he poops, but I'm just happy he's alive.

When I was little I loved to sing.  In 5th grade, I had a part in a little school musical.  My mom cried when I sang.  I used to ride around in the car with her singing along.  I had a pretty voice.  Then I hit puberty.  I didn't love singing any less.  I did a high school musical, sang in chorus, and even auditioned for a couple of local musicals.  As I grew older, I didn't love singing any less.  I did karaoke, sang in my car, and bedeviled my neighbors with 1am renditions of my favorite songs.

No one every asked me when I was going to record an album or go on tour.  For me, singing is something I love doing.  I'll sing any chance I get.  And I'm not terrible.  I'm just not good enough to go professional.  That doesn't make me love it any less.  It doesn't make me sing with less passion.

It's okay to love doing something, to love it with all your soul, and still treat it as a hobby.  It doesn't make me any less of a singer that I don't ever plan to do anything with my singing beyond performing in my local shower.  In fact, I think knowing that I'm not good enough to sing professionally allows me to enjoy it more.  I don't have the angst of worrying about "making it."  I can love singing for singing's sake.