On my drive home from work the other day, I put one of my favourite songs on and started singing along very loudly, as I often do. As I was driving along, the wonderful memories of all the good times I’ve had with music started flooding back to me. And that’s when it hit me.
I’ve loved music since I was given my first tape as a kid. It takes me to my happy place. When I’m watching someone sing, whether it’s my favourite rock band, the local jazz festival or my friend who sings opera, a seed of thought forms in my brain.
They sound so beautiful; they look so passionate and they make me feel absolutely amazing. I’m thinking “Wow, I would LOVE to be able to do that!”
I reflected that the joy music gives me is so much greater when I’m singing the lyrics. I’m passionate about words and their meaning. I particularly like the social, political and environmental insights in some of the music I listen to.
I got home, dumped my pack back on my floor and my 7 year plan caught my eye. Then I remembered I had put singing lessons on my 7 year plan. I took a closer look and found it sitting in the spirituality section of 2016 – next year!
In that moment, I asked myself, what’s stopping me from doing it now? The answer, of course, was nothing. So I decided that now was the perfect time. Why wait until next year?!
The decision to do this felt incredible; both liberating and very exciting! Then I thought about it and started to doubt myself. What if I sound terrible? What if people hear me when I’m practicing at home? What if it’s expensive? What if…?
The little voice in my head was beating down my fabulous idea and telling me I’m not good enough to perform and I’m not worthy of spending the money on myself. Quick to recognise my negative thoughts, I noticed that it was actually just fear talking.
I was a bit of a performer as a kid. I did drama and played various musical instruments. Then I grew up and got too cool for these activities. So while I was scared to take the leap, I knew I was on the right path, as I was also excited.
At this point, I knew I had a choice. I could drown out the fear and find the courage to do it, or I could let the fear win. I immediately Googled local singing instructors, found one I liked and rang them. The biggest lesson I got that day was not the singing lesson; it was the lesson to feel the fear and do it anyway.
Courage = Commitment + Doubt + Action
With Love Jim Villamor