Perfectly Imperfect

I've finally kicked my procrastination's ass and started this blog! Just fist bumped myself in triumph... Now, let's see if I maintain this cyber journal/diary/article thing. I plan on using this blog as a soundboard for my random thoughts/ideas, a soapbox for my rants and raves, and dare I say it - a happy place for my insecurities.

Speaking of insecurities, let's just dive right in, shall we? I used to sing. Well, I still sing but singing to my dog or in the shower - stop picturing me naked - doesn't exactly count. I sang all through school. Beginning in kindergarten back in the Old Country or Macedonia (I don't have time to explain where it is. Yes, it's a real place - Google Earth it). Then, we moved here when I was six and I sang all through high school. Ironically, I had more balls before I figured out what balls were. You see, in kindergarten, I actually performed for the whole city at the local theater. Then in elementary school, I used to do talent shows and whatnot ("Weak" by SWV - 5th grade talent show, bitches). Then came middle school, menstruation, zits, an amazonian growth spurt, and boys. Suddenly, my balls-o-steel transformed into regular ol' ovaries. I was suddenly so self aware and self conscious. I still kept singing through high school, but I did my damnest to blend in with the crowd - God forbid I try out for a solo.

Now, at the age of 28 (and tickling 29's ass), I've realized I've stopped doing the things I loved - the things that defined me from such a young age. A friend once told me that the great thing about being an adult is that we don't have to do anything we don't want to do (shout out to my DP). That also means I get to do whatever I want. In the spirit of spending my hard-earned money however I damn well please, I've just started taking voice lessons! It may not sound like a big deal, but this is HUGE, people! I'm not only overcoming my ridiculously adept ability to procrastinate, but I'm also in the process of overcoming my vocal diffidence....ooh, "vocal diffidence" sounds like a disease - and the only prescription is more cow bell! Sorry, I couldn't help myself. If all goes according to my master plan, I'll eventually announce my first gig on this blog, and get you out to support me. I might even write a Billboard hit in the process! Slow down Nanc, baby steps...

It's 11:58pm - I've gotta go walk the dogs before they piss on the cat tower again...