I’m passionate about singing. Being in a good choir or practicing with a good pianist gives me a spring in my step, joy in my heart, and fills my soul. I had the chance yesterday to sing in church with two wonderful ladies, and it was absolutely satisfying. We sang John Rutter’s “A Gaelic Blessing” in SSA.

Sometimes I think that I’m lazy in general, and that seems awful to me, but when I do things that I love, I work hard. Music is one of those. I pour myself into singing, and I’m determined to make it as perfect as I can. When I have something that motivates me, whether it be singing, doing my taxes (I know-odd!), making a calendar, working on a church project, having a day with friends, or drawing, I’m in much less need of food and sleep. This is only natural, I know, but sometimes I wish that I had more passion about practical things like dressing and feeding my kids, helping with homework, cleaning and organizing the house, doing laundry and dishes… These are the things that my day is spent on, so food ends up being an emotional void-filler. I do feel hopeful that as my kids get older and I have more time to pursue my true passions I will have less depression and less need for my food crutch. In the meantime, I need to find a way to fold these things that I love to do into my humdrum homemaker life. Don’t know how. I suppose I could start with listening to good music. It’s not quite as fulfilling as practicing and performing with an orchestra or a fantastic choir or a few great singers, but it’s something. I don’t listen to music much, surprisingly, for as much as I love to sing. Perhaps doing so will help me. We’ll see how it goes.