Singing in the car
30 03 2006
Would you rather have a voice or be in control? It was the fourth time I had heard it asked… in succession. Each time before, I would dissimilate. Well, I want to have a voice but I want to be heard. I want to be in control, because I have been hurt and want to wall myself off to prevent that. After the fourth time, I was laughing, nervously and very uncomfortable.
I would rather have a voice, after all, since I can’t really be in control and even if I could, I would just screw it up. That means choosing to take a chance though. Do I let down my guard, put my voice out there and risk rejection, or criticism, or well, use your imagination? If I don’t, it means not really showing up at all and giving people a chance to like me.
So here I am in the car driving through O-town traffic on Alafaya Dr listening to Mute Math. Well, actually belting it like a barbarian celt from some ancient time. I stop at the red light and, of course, continue my vocal purge of my counseling session. What a great song.
Move me up through the darkest clouds
Till I’ve lost in the sun every shadow of doubt
There is no better find than to find myself with you
In a fog you are all I see
I’m inviting you closer with each time I breathe
Surrender has somehow become so beautiful
Yeah, that’s a great feeling/thought. In my head I’m thinking, “is that true?” “am I there?” “could I do that?” Then I look over beside me. I look to the people in the car next to me with a slight smirk and the look of ‘you’re busted’. I almost got embarassed but then I thought, “hey, this is my voice, my car, and I don’t really care if the people next to me see it.” And because I am the person who I am, I look them dead in the eye and keep singing. To my surprise, and possible fooling of myself, I catch a glimmer of “good for you” from the person next to me.
Surrender is definitely beautiful but it is really hard too. It’s hard for me to put myself out there knowing that I am going to get hurt for it. The other option, though, is to be hurt for never being known. Not a great choice to make. Or an easy one. Here’s to giving it a try.
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