A voice that sings

I’ve been listening to Karise Eden in the car for weeks now.

I keep pressing repeat to hear her sing Landslide.

And it’s only because that word "landslide" is resonating with me.

Because that’s what life felt like for a long while here. One big landslide. {But it's all good because we made it through and we're looking up at a golden sun now, and it feels like we can almost reach it}.

Truth is, I’m not listening to the lyrics at all really. Just pondering that word, and I’m getting lost in the rhythm of the song and in the melody of Karise’s amazing voice.

I love her voice. And Nina Simone’s. And Rachel from Glee’s.

But mostly as I listen I keep on thinking that her voice should be mine.
I’m convinced of this.
 
And then I sing. And I see the look on my husband’s face. His lips don’t move, but his expression says it all.

And I realise that no, I wasn’t blessed with a voice that should sing. Rather a voice that really really shouldn’t. But still, I sing. I can’t help it.

This week in the car as Karise and I did a duet, my two year old called out, "Mum no singing please, I try listen."

For the first time ever, I shut up. And gave thanks that my child is genetically wired to love me despite my singing.

Then I gave thanks that I kept my singing voice hidden from my husband until after he proposed.

Then I cursed. Because I am so convinced that I was meant to sing.

I have no idea why I got a singing voice that is relegated to nursery rhymes. And if I’m honest, even they don’t sound too flash.

Elisa xx 

Any talents you are so sure you were meant to have, but don’t? Can you sing?