Sing Sing

All good. I’m not being incarcerated. Though, maybe I should be for singing in public. People have been put in the slammer for lesser offenses.

(My affinity for the Sound of Music was shattered recently when I watched the second half of the movie. We tend to overlook that whole Nazi thing.)

Last night I attended a Circle Sing with CAiR (www.coloradoartistsinrecovery.org). Five of us stood in a circle and improvised in a language I am not familiar with. I’m pretty sure we sounded like a bunch of howling cats fighting in the yard.

Over and over again the leader said to be free and un self-conscious. To let our voices and bodies guide us. I couldn’t. I was way out of my comfort zone and even though – I think – I normally have a decent singing voice, what was coming out of my mouth was let’s say, otherworldly. And not in a good way.

So because of this, I wasn’t really having fun until Monte started getting her groove on and chanting “Monte K” in a “Chaka Kahn” sort of way and cracked me up. I made some friends, I laughed, and I left feeling less stressed than when I arrived. Moral of the story: Try new things in recovery. You might surprise yourself.