My plans for a laid back Saturday morning are off to a promising start.
After a week of late nights and early rising, I finally had a chance to catch a few extra hours of sack time and I jumped on it.
Feeling refreshed and mentally, if not yet physically energetic, I’m sipping strong black coffee and preparing myself for tonight when I will take on the excitement and challenge of performing at another open-mic in front of family, friends, and dozens of strangers.
Over the past year, singing and playing in public have become almost second nature to me. This is something that I could never have imagined earlier in my life when low self-esteem coupled with intense stage fright kept me from ever seriously considering doing what I secretly had a strong desire to do.
Now I casually shoo my butterflies aside, pick up my guitar, and stride up to the microphone with a degree of confidence I never would have thought was in me. And it’s a nice, empowering sort of feeling, to know that you’ve conquered your fear and begun to realize your dreams.
When I started my blog, I described myself as a late bloomer and an aspiring writer.
I’ve now added the word musician to my late blooming aspirations.
While blooming late, I am indeed a writer and I am a musician too … just as I aspired to be.
How much I’m able to accomplish remains to be seen, but on this lazy, low stress Saturday morning, I’m feeling pretty good.