A bit delayed, as is all currently.
Earlier this week, my dad sent me the photo below, of a note composed (by & for me) to act as a reminder to myself consistently, of what I know to be important for me. Therefore the noted practices below articulate what I wish to pursue/prioritize.
This was clearly composed before I attended the yoga camp, where the car accident that resulted in my severe brain injury took place. The proof: my artistic handwriting is present (which, as a result of my severe brain injury, has temporarily ((for many years)) been missing.)
All the doctors of mine (both mental & physical), redundantly attest to the reality that I will be capable of reclaiming my handwriting style. This was hard to believe, UNTIL, just a few months ago, my brain & body began communicating with each-other once again! Yep… (Albeit their communication is still far from adept.) As a result, I’m now able to practice, fueled by motivation, as I’ve begun to see a hint of my handwriting return!
AND
I’m over-joyed that I can still sing! As I previously noted, I was pacified by my voice teacher long ago, whom I worked with for many years previously & is very experienced personally as a singer & as a vocal coach. (So, I’m quite confident that she knows her stuff). She told me that the beauty of my vocal styling can, like writing, be reclaimed (despite the necessary re-tuning and regaining of my vocal chords’ stability). I have begun to witness this for myself!! I don’t doubt that this too will take a looong time, considering that many rubber tubes existed in my esophagus for nearly a month = tracheotomy ((the machine that deposited nutrients into my stomach, while I was in my coma)).
I feel for my upstairs neighbors, who must hear me practicing (as the tile in my bathroom reverberates the sound back to me ((so I can hear myself clearly & act accordingly)). As a result, the bathroom has always been my at-home practice space))). I know that they can hear me sing the same song badly & repeatedly, as I can hear George, their adorable little boy, when exclaiming (& only from my bathroom!)
Because singing is by necessity naturally projected (as their son’s proclamations are), I’m certain that they can hear me practicing.
A small price to pay for the inevitable rebirth of a songstress :)…
If any of my upstairs roommates are perhaps reading this, just know, that only with ample practice, will it get better! Only then will you witness my beautiful (as has been stated by professionals-not perfect – lets be real!) vocals.
Given that a monstrous road-block has been placed (truly, I unknowing placed it ((driven to make an absurd decision by my lust for relocation))), in the middle of my own life path, I’m working constantly currently (very slowly, inevitably!) to overcome it when possible and to adapt to it, when not.
These goals will likely be ever-present.