While the world was asleep at 230 am, I started to awaken a side of my brain and the music in my heart that I had left dormant and abandoned for so long.
So now I am asking myself…am I afraid of singing or am I afraid of failing at singing? I probably sounded terrible and there were probably a few blown ear drums in the neighborhood. But at that point, I didn’t care that I sounded AWFUL.
While that moment of vulnerability was only for a few moments (with someone I hardly know), I feel so exposed and uncomfortable. I think of the quote, “The fear of looking stupid is holding you back.” I’ve already crossed the bridge of looking stupid so now, I have to choose whether I want to stay looking stupid or if I want to choose to exit this state.