I’m honestly not sure if there is anything in the world that is more infuriating. And I swear it happens to every stick of deodorant that I buy. #fail
I’m going to tell you guys something, and you can’t make fun of me. Recently I’ve developed a strong yearning to sing. I’m not exactly sure how this came about, but more often than not I find myself wishing that I was a good singer, and had the ability to serenade people with my words.
|As opposed to when I used to serenade people with my violin.|
I have always loved singing, and typically when I am alone in the car I end up belting out whatever happens to be playing. I also may or may not have memorized Taylor Swift’s entire new album within the first week of purchasing it, but that's a whole separate issue.
My theory is, the more that I sing, the better I’ll get. The phrase ‘practice makes perfect’ continues to resonate in my brain as a chirp along to songs every morning on the way to work. After all, miles and miles of running is how I became a better runner. 6 days a week on the court during my volleyball days is how I finally saw progress. Many-a-times planking is how I became the world's best planker... It’s the same for singing, right?
|Plank so hard.|
I’m not sure, and if I had to take a wild guess I would guess no, but I continue to practice just in case. Because after a bit of research on Livestrong.com, I learned that not only does singing burn some extra calories, but it also helps to put you in a better mood and reduc stress.
Hey, I've heard the same thing about running too...
Crazy enough, I stumbled upon this little blurb in this month’s “Women’s Health” issue and couldn’t help but to be a little bit excited.
I’m on my way to becoming a very fit, happy, brainy singer.