I’ve actually been watching the TV show, The Voice. And surprisingly, I like it. Those types of shows don’t normally engage me. Yet this one does. I think it’s because it’s about something I can appreciate. Voice.
When I was growing up I listened to the radio, yes, we did have video’s, but they were new. Instead, I spent alot of time listening to my music on the radio. I played mixed records, tapes in high school, but I listened to the radio most of the time. I really didn’t watch alot of TV. I didn’t care what they looked like, I was just interested in how they sounded. I couldn’t have cared less who they were dating, or how many babies they had, or what drug they were stoned out on – long as it didn’t affect their voice. Their sound.
Today after listening to last nights show. Yes, I listened, which I find to be another bonus of the program. I don’t actually have to be in the same room with it…and I can enjoy it without having to listen to all the blah blah blah, my Dad died, my Grandmother is my whatever story, just give me the damn VOICE. I can tune that stuff out, and concentrate on How do they sound?
I recognized recently that the performers who haven’t quite decided what they are, they just all got knocked out. All the ones now seem to have a much clearer sense of who they are, and some of them are really good. Interesting, clear, and some of them really are offering themselves up, and some of them are very unique. And each is reveling in the opportunity to grow as an artist. It’s really inspiring, actually. Some are a wee bit too cliché, but I find myself enjoying the majority of them. THAT is in and of itself refreshing.
So, this morning I found myself having this conversation about this blog, in my head. And I had an epiphany. I’ve been dissatisfied the last while with this blog. Kept thinking I needed to change it, write about something else, I don’t know.
But this morning I realized, no. So I went in and I made some subtle changes. I added some words, took some words away. And I made it what it really always was to begin with, The Story of Me. Why be something I’m not. Why work so hard in trying to become something else, before I’ve had the opportunity to just be what I already am. I want to revel in the sanctuary of self, even just only here. Then all the other stuff in my life is just part of the dialogue. Past, present, future, whatever. Why not just write about what I’ve been writing about all the way along. Which is basically whatever the heck I want, and usually in some way about me. How narcissistic is that? A bit pretentious even. For who am I? Even so, I guess we’re going to find out. Seems so…hm, I don’t know, but whatever, that’s what I’m doing. :)