raising my voice

Parenting had gone pretty well this week, I don't recall shouting at all. Maybe this patience malarkey is paying off after all?

I really enjoyed raising my voice last night to 'you raise me up'. I was attempting to sing a different part to usual rather than leave our lovely tenor on her own. I was pleased to feel less of a liability than a previous week when I'd made a similar move of solidarity only was asked to return to the altos as I think I was hindrance than help. Last night I got to growl the low notes with gusto.

Sometimes I guess we can sing all the wrong notes in all the wrong places. I'm glad to be part of both my choirs where there is emphasis on joy, that mistakes are seen as evidence of trying and that improvement is encouraged by listening to others. You can draw your own parallels I'm sure. I have an early train to catch, a day's cpd in Cumbria.

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I keep forgetting I don't like pendelinos. So tired now.