Well gentle reader, I may have just found it...and in the back of a cab no less.
Friday night, after a long, long day I was heading out to my singing lesson. Yes folks you heard it here first, I am taking singing lessons. For those new readers out there, I have always wanted to be a rock star. I'm getting to old for that now, but I think I've found a way to maybe trick myself into thinking I achieved that dream. I'm taking vocal lessons, I've been going for about 3 months now and no I can't sing yet but it feels great to be doing it. My goal is maybe in a year or so to sing in a band. And that will be it, I will be fine with that, I will still work at my regular career but on the weekends play in a band. All I need is a taste of what I would have done. And I think that's really important, otherwise I would never know if I could have really done it or not.
My point here though, is that after a horrible day, I mean this could be my all time worse day in my life, I was off to my vocal lessons. Now you might have noticed that my lessons are on Friday nights, yes that is a bit of a problem, I tend to get home and not want to go. I would rather chill out and get stupid, Fridays are really important for that because you have the entire weekend ahead of you. It's just a great feeling. So I usually don't want to go to my lesson, I literally have to drag myself there. It's not that I don't want to go, it's just I would rather be doing something else.
Once I get there though what a difference, Bridgette my instructor is awesome. Even though she tells me I'm coming along, which we both know is a lie, she's a good instructor. I feel so good as I work through my vocal exercises, even the stupid ones where I look like a complete idiot. I just feel like this has nothing to do with my everyday life, my job can be in the shits, my roommate could want to kill me but while I'm here none of that matters. The thing is though, its not that I'm taking singing lessons, the fact is I'm getting positive energy from doing something that I have wanted to do for my entire life. Next month I could get kicked out because I suck so bad, but that doesn't really matter. This is not a competition. There are no prizes, no women to be had, and no money to win. It's just me investing myself into something I love.
And that brothers and sisters is it.
So fast forward an hour to me in the back of a cab, my driver and I start talking about the weather. He doesn't like that it's gotten cold again because he is a bike rider. "A motorcycle rider," I ask? He says yes and we shoot the shit for a while, but the thing that really got me was when he was talking about being up north on his bike. He takes off on Saturday afternoons and will drive way up north, about 6 hours on his bike. He says there is nothing like being out in the wild with only a bike to be on. The air is fresh and you are a part of nature he says. He says he goes up there so that he can take driving a cab in the city. Energy.
And that is when it hit me, I have my voice lesson, this guy has his bike. And each and every one of you out there has something, something that you can do to relieve the stress in your life. Cause let's face it people, working every day for someone else is not the be all and end all of our existence.
So I urge each and everyone of you gentle readers out there to pick up guitars, or sledgehammers, or whatever it is that you have always wanted to do. And get off your asses and go do it.
Downs.
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