It's never a bad time to realize how unbelievably awesome you were, will be, and most certainly are.
Amazing what you can teach yourself. What you can learn from your past. What you can offer right now to the future You.
I admit I've been wearing myself down about the state of my tired voice this week. Kickin myself a little bit, thinking I must not be treating my singing instrument with the love and care it so deserves. Tonight I stumbled upon old songs I'd recorded, my chronology of bedroom-born music thus far, and I believe I just got my first voice lesson with me. I went out in the garage (what, it's the middle of the night! people are asleep here) and replicated what I'd heard under-21 Ryan doing with his voice. Lo and behold - I experienced my Now self flowing with the ease and au naturel-ness of my younger and more vulnerable years. Like removing that old sock you didn't realize was hidden inside your trumpet.
I'm sending on vacation the restrictive little part of my brain that's always trying to think too much when I'm singing, playing, or writing.
It's never too late to re-learn.
It's never too foolish to trust yourself.
Never too soon to quit checking the internet for clues and start checking in with my gut instead.
Thank you, New York, for your nurturing reminders.
For returning me to heart center.
I'm a beginner.
And I'm too in love to sleep.
