Image

Entering the world of the blog. Now, for a techno-phobe such as myself, this is major. I hate computers. I hate them with a passion. But I find myself, at the age of 45, having to redefine myself. No, not having to, wanting to. Here is how I have seen myself my whole life:

A singer and actress. A wife and mother. A teacher (though at times a reluctant one).

Due to circumstances I just do not feel like whining about just now, I don’t sing anymore. I don’t talk well.

My marriage is solid, my kids are leaving home.

So who the hell am I?

I remember that I was identified as a singer from the time I was tiny. My beloved Uncle Steve, a choral director and performer with the voice of a tenor angel,  sat me on his knee and made me promise I would sing. And I did. Beautifully.

Now I don’t.

So I am at a crossroads. I need a new creative outlet. This shall be it. Hopefully I will find a nugget that can turn into something big. Something significant. Something transformative.