What’s YOUR Earworm?

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musical-notes We all get them. Sometimes they are annoying, but usually they are snippets of songs we love (or sometimes the whole thing) that we just can’t get out of our head. Yes, they have wormed their way in. ūüėČ Sorry, couldn’t resist.

I have had several since the last choir performance Saturday. Still, Still, Still, Rise Up, and 

 have been running laps.

*sigh*

Lovely.

Oh, dear.

Are they in your head now too?

Sing!!

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1341325_HiRes Whew! I hope you like this cartoon image. I bought it, and it came in a zip file. By the time I figured out how to put it in the file I needed it to be in order to upload it to this blog, I now have a tiny headache. lol But it’s cute, right?

Singing heightens our level of Endorphins¬†sans medication. And as someone who takes meds for bipolar, I find this an added bonus when I sing in a choir. As nerve-wracking as it gets closer to the concerts, there’s nothing lovelier than voices raised in chorus.

And I sing with the Tenors!

So even if you think you sing like Donald Duck (I doubt you do), SING!!

If no one hears it but you and your higher power, Y/you’ll both be happy for it. ūüôā Sing in the shower, sing while you’re cleaning the house, sing while you’re decorating it, sing baking cookies and wrapping gifts . . . you get the idea.

I hope you’re having the loveliest of days.

Peace out.

 

Let Go and Let God in Everything

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In white water rafting, if you go against the current, if you don’t paddle¬†very hard¬†toward where the flow of water is going, you’re likely to capsize. I know this from experience. I only did it once. ūüėČ It was enough.

Today at Senior Choral practice there was a lot of uncertainty. Those of us who had been there last Friday and auditioned for solo or small group singing parts had expected to hear about possible songs we were going to be singing.

James, our fearless leader, said, “Now, we’re picking songs based on what we think might sound good for you based on how you sounded to us. You might not agree or you might be disappointed. I’m asking you to¬†go with the flow and trust us on this. If you need to, go in your car and scream and kick and yell and then come back inside and be polite and respectful of our decisions. I’ll even buy you a drink.” He smiled.

Only the soloists were assigned songs today. So I still don’t know what song I’ll be singing or who I’ll be paired off with. But this reminds me so much of¬†Let Go and Let God.¬†We place the issue in God’s hands and leave the outcome with Him. I trust that He has my best interests at heart.

I’m already not disappointed. How could I be? I’m taking risks left and right, making new friends, having a blast . . .

If I go against the current, if I fight God and take it out of His hands, or . . . you know try to¬†help¬†Him ever so kindly by telling Him what I think should happen . . . I’ll get water in my nose and down my throat and, oh man what a mess. That really sucks bad.

Life, lived in the moment, not expecting anything but enjoying the moment . . . is a little slice of heaven here on earth.

Peace out.