When I was a kid, I loved singing. Music has always played a big part in my life in general, but I would always belt along with whatever happened to be playing when I was little. This was true until one day, my mother made a comment along the lines me not being able to carry a tune in a bucket with the lid attached.
I eventually stopped singing unless I was certain no one was nearby. This continued for years, and wasn’t improved by an ex who made fun of my insecurities.
This is where my darling wife comes in. She sings. A lot. And quite well. It also helped that she is incredibly sweet and supportive. So, I started singing again. Tonight as we were driving home, we wound up singing. Not the first time, but the first time the realisation hit me. I had missed singing around others; it’s quite freeing.