Coming to terms

I’ve always loved to sing. Always. And whether I was in choir or my college a cappella group or youth worship band, I always sang the soprano part. Always.

But after my stint in England after graduation, I stopped singing. I wasn’t involved in church worship anymore. I obviously couldn’t go back to my college a cappella group. I just stopped.

And now that I’ve picked it up again in the past year, my voice has changed. And it makes me sad. Because I can’t sing soprano anymore. Or at least, barely. And I went through a weird internal identity crisis this week when I realized I had to drop a song down 2 keys in order to really sing it comfortably. And even though my voice sounds SO much better, stronger, and clearer in that key, I felt humbled and embarrassed. That’s probably a weird reaction. I think most people wouldn’t care, but for some reason I struggled. Because I had to come to terms that my voice isn’t what it used to be. And I’m getting *gasp* older. And that I wasted a couple years doing nothing with my voice.

But I’ve come to terms with it now. And this is kind of a metaphor for my life. I can only do what is in my limits. And I don’t think it’s depressing to say that. Everyone has limits. Better to recognize them and push those boundaries when and where you can, than to live in a fantasy world.