welcome to october

Well, to be honest, 30 days of biking faded mid month.  I'm sure I could come up with a million reasons why I didn't stick to it this past month, but that's not the point.  I'm okay that it wasn't a full 30 days of biking.  I realized that I needed to focus more on my 1/2 marathon training....and that's okay. 

3 days into October and I can say that 30 days of Music will be very interesting. 
I have to admit that it was highly suggested that I make it 30 days of trumpet...but on October 1st, I was at home and my trumpet was at church.  I said, we'll I sang in worship today, my boyfriend said that was work and it didn't count.  So I buzzed for a little while....just to get my lips in shape for trumpeting the next day. 

You can imagine my dismay, at the end of an epic-ly long Sunday when I realized that yes, my trumpet was still in my office at church.  So I buzzed some more.....and said repeatedly, 'must remember trumpet tomorrow, must remember trumpet tomorrow.'

I got home from the office mid afternoon to talk with a parishioner about window treatments for the house...and you guessed it....the trumpet was still at church when I got home.  Can I change this to 30 days of untrumpet?  I figured I would bring it home after my meetings tonight, but after the last meeting ended close to 9pm, that was the farthest thing from my mind. 

As I debated buzzing when I got home, and looking forward to a little more nesting in my kitchen, I turned on the iPod, clicked on Indigo Girls, and began to harmonize with Emily and Amy.  From Closer to Fine to History of Us....I was belting out verses and choruses like I was the only person in the world. 

Let me just tell you...I love to sing.  I wasn't singing for work.  I wasn't singing in a performance.  I was just singing and singing to my hearts content.  The words of some of these songs have carried me through joyful times as well as ones when I felt like I had hit rock bottom.  Tonight, was a joyful one.  A feeling of getting settled, a feeling of freedom to just be me...a feeling that maybe my cat doesn't like it when I sing at the top of my lungs....but she'll get used to it. 

While the first two days were buzzing about....day three was all about belting it out. 
I wonder how the voice will react tomorrow....but who cares?

I look forward to another time surrounded by and or creating music, just for the pure pleasure of it. 

Until the next tune . . .