After some time at my parents last night, and spending a lot of time just listening to what my mom had to say… I left thinking maybe there is something I’ve been doing right. Patience—it’s all about patience, and love.
Can the same apply to singing?
These are appropriate times to dance:
- Brushing teeth in morning
- In the shower
- Doing your makeups
- While perusing closet
- In the dressing room in any local clothing emporium
- When using hairbrush as microphone
- On the subway platform
- In meetings (toe tapping under table)
- On the dancefloor (duhr)
- Whenever you want who cares bye.
Sometimes I think I require distractions. Seeing as when left to my own thoughts, I contemplate things like… what are the origins of the ice cream cone? And at what time and by whom was it decided that traffic lights would be oriented the way the are and the color green was deemed to mean ‘go’, etc?
Are these even things that people should wonder about normally? Sigh. And with such information constantly available to me via the interwebs, I’m beginning to believe such strange curiosity will never cease.
There are days where I begin to see how applicable the statement “The cake is a lie” is.
But then again, I am often the one baking the cake. So not in the literal sense. But it still applies figuratively.