Some people were born blessed with amazing singing voices, some can’t carry a tune in a bucket. Me, I’m somewhere in between. That leads to a lot of singing when no one’s around—so I don’t have to watch them cringe—or singing at church because I know there the crowd will drown me out. (Besides, after listening to a number of tone-deaf people there over the years, I’ve decided God must enjoy the discord.)
So, yeah, if you pull up next to me at a red light, my lips are probably moving. Thumbs are probably drumming, too, but that’s a story for another day.
With a 30+ minute drive to and from work each, singing helps pass the time and clear my head as I transition from home to work and vice versa. It also lets me play around with harmony.
Ah, sweet harmony.
See, growing up, I discovered early on that I didn’t have Whitney Houston’s pipes. Nope, my choir teachers quickly pegged me as an alto, and shuffled me over that “that” group. Already being a big of an odd duck out, I just accepted it and moved on. (Except when I was home in my room, where I tried and tried to hit Whitney’s notes… Apologies to my family, I didn’t have a car to hide in back then.) It wasn’t long before I discovered my mom was also an alto, and realized she was singing something other than the main melody at church.
And so the challenge began. Not with my mom, of course, but with trying to feel my way through the harmony.
Honestly, that’s kind of how I look at life—feeling my way through the melodies and harmonies. Just like I don’t have sheet music in front of me for every song that comes on the radio, I also don’t have a roadmap for what lies ahead. I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight / tomorrow / next week / next year, and that’s if I’m even lucky enough to see those dots on the timeline. And though not having a clear view of the future can be entirely frustrating at times, I try to catch myself in those moments and remember to focus on the melodies and harmonies of today.
Not everything is rainbows and unicorns, angelic melodies and tinkling bells. Too much of that, and I think we’d be bored stiff anyway. But add in some harmony, and life takes on a whole new sound. Strike the right balance of melody and harmony, and joy is sure to follow.
Ha, balance. Now there’s a topic for another day…
Happy Tuesday, everyone, and sing away!