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Unpursued Passions...



Since he first learned to use his vocal chord productively, Lukas has been a lover of music. When he was little the Grumpy Old Man and I often marvelled at how he provided his own soundtrack to his life. Constantly making up songs and singing. When he sung songs others had made up - nursery rhymes and later songs from CDs and radio - he always sang them pitch perfect!

The Grumpy Old Man's mum is a very good singer, but never pursued her passion for music beyond owning a lot of music and listening to it and singing along at home.

On my side of the family we have many great songbirds, both on mum's side and dad's side of the family.

Lukas has always wanted to learn an instrument, but we've never had the money for it. Then in late grade five we signed him up for a terms worth of guitar lessons ($240!), but he just didn't practice. We couldn't figure out why not, but in grade 6 we didn't bother with lessons.

Signing him up for high school, we found he could do a music elective and have a full years lessons as well for just $350, so we decided to give it another go. This time he seems to have grasped the opportunity with both hands. I think because he is surrounded by other enthusiastic musician and they are expect to perform at least once a term at a lunch time school concert (for the rest of the student body, rather than for parents). At the end of the year they will record an album. 

Watching Lukas throw himself into a life long passion has got me thinking.

I write, I love writing, I am good at it. That is one passion.

I love colour, and last year I put a lot of effort into tackling painting on my terms, and I had a lot of fun with it. That has been another passion.

But there is a passion that lives with me every day, that I have not pursued in years.

Singing.

I sing every day. When I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm tired, singing makes everything so much better!

In the car, I hate it when the Grumpy Old Man wants to listen to talking heads on the radio. I just want to sing!

But it has been many years since I sang in any organised fashion or since I received any kind of instruction in singing. I think I need to investigate avenues for doing this again. I know I can sing quite well - I have been told by people who know. I sing best in groups because I don't have a particularly strong voice, but I think I could increase the strength of my voice if I had a good tutor.

Do you have a passion you haven't pursued? What is stopping you?

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