Every strength has a dark side - even the ones that seem innocuous. Take empathy for instance. How can empathy bite back? Well, I recently read Velva Jean Learns to Drive, a wonderful book by the way. The heroine is a gifted singer and songwriter. Her husband is not a bad man, but belittles her and tries to keep her from singing. Reading this book, I started to wonder, was I born to sing and write songs? Is Chris stifling me? Then I remembered the one and only song I've ever written:
Summer is Right, Chris is Wrong
Summer is right, Chris is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
Sing these words repeatedly to any tune, as long as it's over a broad range and with some weird operatic action.
Also, I remembered that my main creative outlet right now is this blog, and he's the one who convinced me to start it.