UNDERSTANDING BLOGGING...

I have often thought that one must have an incredibly exciting life in order to validate having a blog. This may yet turn out to be true, but after reading a blog written by a college friend and admiring their ability to put thoughts and experiences into written word so beautifully, I could hardly pass up the chance to push myself to share the ups and downs of this thing we call life, in written form.  It has been years since I have sat down and truely written out my thoughts on any particular subject.  In fact, I can say with a high level of confidence that the last time I wrote, it was for a required assignment in college.  Being that I graduated in '07, I reckon that I haven't tapped into those creative writting brain lobes (I obviously didn't study human anatomy) for quite some time and I am therefore long overdue.

I've come to realize that the age old saying "If you don't use it, you lose it" is true in many forms.  Aside from the lack of muscle tone, which I attribute to my desk job, I've noticed myself slipping in other ways.  I started singing at a young age and became involved with muscial theatre in elementary school.  From there I joined the choir in middle school and continued on through high school.  Upon deciding to study architecture in college, I found myself with very little free time in my school schedule and outside of class.  Choir was no longer an option.  I still found myself singing along to the radio, or whenever I was in the shower, or even when I was doing laundry at 3am at the sorority (much to the housemother's dismay, as her bedroom was one floor above the laundry room).  The difference between singing along to the radio and singing in a choir was the range in which I sang.  I was a first soprano, which means I sang the glass shattering high notes.  Notes you don't often hear on the radio, which meant I rarely sang them outside of choir.  Now, I only hope there is enough insulation in the walls of my home to keep my neighbors from hearing me screach my way up the scales with my piano.  My cats usually run and hide, or cry at me, pleading with me to stop.  Lucky for our dog that her hearing is going, as it is truely that painful to hear. 

I'm shocked at how much of my vocal range I lost over the years.  And while it may be too late for me to ever join the Opera, I still have time to save my writting skills before I turn into a babbling fool...I hope.  With this, I apologize to anyone reading my first post, and I hope that in time my posts will improve as I exercise my brain muscles (just as the rest of me will hopefully improve as I exercise the rest of my muscles).  So, here's to 2010 and a complete body make-over!  Cheers!