Monday, March 08, 2010

The Best of Intentions

I was doing so well on keeping up with this blog, but alas, I seem to have missed all of February. Well, aside from Valentine's Day and a few significant birthdays, February isn't a very interesting month, anyway. That's why it's so short; it's afraid it would fall victim to its own ennui, were it any longer.

So what have I been doing since the 16th of January?

Singing songs, mostly. And exercising. And socializing. Oh, and I go to work five days a week, as well.

Should I ever find myself in danger of becoming depressed, I'm fairly confident I could beat that depression down or at least soften it with exercise and singing. Both provide me with serious endorphin rushes, and sometimes I do think I'd suffer from more frequent bad moods and be a less happy person, overall, were it not for the singing and the exercise.

So I continue to do both. I exercise everyday (yes, everyday), and one of my New Year's resolutions...or "goals" as the commitment-phobe in me prefers to call them... is to sing at least once a week. I don't mean in the shower, or even just alone in my living room, but some form of public singing. Rehearsal with my little band, Sober Nixon, does count, but I decided voice lessons do not. Basically, I've either rehearsed or done karaoke at least once a week since 2010 began. Sometimes more often than that. Plus, Sober Nixon played a party back in January, and we'll be performing a few songs at a literary magazine launch next week. Those performances most definitely count.

Another of my resolutions was to write a song this year. However, even though I often, and I mean very often, wake up with original melodies in my head, I don't play an instrument, nor do I really read music (I can a little bit). So I never write those melodies down. To that end, I suspect I'll be rushing to try and fulfill this goal sometime around mid-December. Until then, I'm happy to sing songs written by others and let music accompany my workouts.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: in my world, happiness is a three-minute pop song. Especially if I'm singing it or jogging along with it.