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For the love of singing |
My Audition for the
Voice
Last year,
when I was still reeling from the aftermath of a head injury, I promised myself
one thing: that I would live more boldly.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had an
amazing life but the injury enabled me to see that I had stopped living from the
heart and I had forgotten to dream.
I had earned
a doctoral degree by 26, had been a stand-up comedian, had my own nationally
syndicated TV show, had written and published numerous best sellers, and had
lectured to audiences of thousands, but when I became the mother of my sister’s
children and then a few more with similar backgrounds, I avoided anything that
might seem irrational.
I love my
kids and their ability to make me grow beyond my expectations, but those
expectations made me stop wishing on shooting stars and riding on wooden roller
coasters.
I played my life safely, making sure
that whatever I did yielded something that could take care of them.
Then I hit my head and my illogical logic
came back. I recognized that everything I had achieved was a result of thinking
far away from any box.
After
watching Brene Brown again, I thought about my own lack of vulnerability. Yes,
I speak to thousands and travel all over the place, but I am really, really
prepared. Brene points out that folks
who allow themselves to be vulnerable deal with shame, rejection and life more
whole-heartedly.
So I signed
up for The Voice auditions. I wish I could tell you all about it, but
you sign a thing that says you won’t.
I’ll tell
you this. I didn’t make it; nor did hundreds of others who could sing the phone
book backwards and win a Grammy for it.
I made new
friends, had loads of fun and wished that I owned a label and could sign up all
of these people who could sing and loved doing it. Then I’d drive them all
around the country to sing for folks who loved to dance.
I didn’t care about my outcome; I did
what I did to be more wholehearted, more daring more me.
What can you do that enables you to
grow outside of your comfort zone? Think of something that gives you fear but
would not possibly result in injury or death. What thing do you love but do not
do because it does not provide a living?
What limb can you go out on, knowing
that you have a way back; a friend to drive you around (thanks Lauralee and
Tiph) and a daughter to listen to you over and over again?
Live boldly, lovingly
and wholly.
Be you, be well, be
BOLD.