I love to sing.
If I could change one thing about creation it would be that instead of talking EVERYONE would sing.
Or at least have to option to express their emotion with a melody.
Have you seen the movie Enchanted? If only it were true.
Let me repeat,
I love to sing: in the morning, at night, while I'm cookin', when I'm praising, by myself, in front of others. And I'll sing anything--from the latest commercial jingle to the sweetest children's songs. It's all the same to me; I just love to sing.
Regardless of how I sounded or how many times my dear college roommates had to listen to me wail in the shower, I never stopped.
Until 9 weeks ago...
Once I started teaching my life as I once knew it dramatically changed. My mouth started moving at 6:00am and didn't stop until 8:00pm. I became chronically hoarse. I went to sleep talking to Daniel on the phone in nothing more than a whisper. I ended conversations abruptly saying, "My throat needs to rest." I no longer emitted any noise but simply moved my lips in time with the radio.
I spent my days teaching lessons & catching up with all the teachers around me, and my nights recapping the days events to the many I love. My voice just couldn't keep up.
Here's where my blog comes in--to all those I've cut short, neglected to call, or spent conversations whispering to, I give you respite. No more "Huh's?" or "Cough once if you just said you had a good day." Come, follow me as I share with you a quieter version of my new life in Houston.
*And now that I can't sing. I whistle. :)
