Yesterday I had my first singing lesson. Half introductions, half mini-lesson. Good grief, Mom’s “You can’t sing” and “Don’t be silly” sunk in deeper and firmer than I’d thought. Then I compounded it by watching the Idol auditions.
Repeat to self as often as necessary: I am doing this to have fun and to do something I’ve always wanted to do. I will learn all my teacher has to offer. I already respect her, and I will also act as though I respect her. (No showing off itty-bitty bits of related knowledge she probably already knows!) If I get good enough that people aren’t embarrassed to hear me, even better!