A few months ago, I answered the "ten things you never knew about me" quiz. I can't find the post right now, but one of the things was that I had studied to become an opera singer. I therefore have a ton of scores, sitting sadly on our already sagging shelves, waiting for a new singer to use and love them.
Enter a fellow weight-loss blogger. I won't mention her name; privacy issues seem more and more important in this day and age. But suffice to say that she sings and she knows a lot of singers. I made an inventory of all the music I have for sale, sent it to her and she passed it on to her musical buddies. The e-mails are flying in.
I must admit, it's sad to see this music go. It means that that I am finally turning a page in my life. For a number of years after I stopped seriously pursuing my musical career, I still saw myself as a singer who just happened to earn her living in another field. But as I see my music leave for new homes, I have to admit that I am no longer a singer.
I developed a pesky cough about five years ago, and have gone through every test under the sun to try and pinpoint the cause--everything from a broncoscopy to naturopathic tests and products--really, I've tried it all. My research has shown that mysterious coughing is more prevalent in women than men and also can tend to begin in pre-menopausal women. Another great thing about having two X chromosomes. So I really don't sing anymore. I'm still someone who appreciates a beautiful voice and I still know bits and pieces of lots of operas, but I am no longer a practitioner. Just a fan.
And that's OK.
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