First on the agenda… isn’t this just the worst?
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.
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| 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?
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| 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.
Cheers!
