I’m almost crying right now.
Last night I took a long shot and sang in the car on the way to a show.
And it sounded kind of like me. Like I want to sound. Like I want to emote.
Just thinking about it this morning, it’s hard to hold back tears.
It feels so good to be slowly making ground.
It’s giving me so much hope.
Hope that my 52 Covers project (an idea I came up with shortly after surgery. I want to cover one song a week for a year, record it and post it on YouTube) wasn’t just a foolish idea and waste of time.
There are always other things going on in life that sway my emotions one way or another, but this is something huge to hold onto, and I’m not letting go anytime soon.