perri pickles + imperfections | the hardest part...

the hardest part…

…is not singing.

i realized, today, on silent day 15 (and possibly the last day) that i miss singing the most. not talking, telling stories, saying thank you, talking to anyone on the phone etc.. no… i miss singing. i’ve been listening to my favorite songs of all time (bad idea maybe) and i can’t even mouth the words because thats stretching my vocal chords, so i have my mouth shut, listening… hearing every syllable, every breath, every movement, every note, every harmony, every tambourine hit… seriously.. my hearing has greatly improved… im going crazy! but… this silent adventure has proven to me, that singing IS what i am meant to do… because without it, i feel dead. they say, “you know when you’ve found it, because you feel it when they take it away” i feel like a painter without a brush, a drummer without sticks, a lawyer without his smarts, a writer who can’t read, a runner without shoes, a model without a face… i feel lost… but its great! its actually spectacular.. .some people never figure out what sets them on fire… and i found it! knowing where im meant to be, doing what im meant to be doing is the greatest thing ive ever learned :) so, if you ask me, on day 15 with crazy running though my head + sorrow sitting on my lips, and empty hanging out in my heart, i would still tell you, i am wonderful. i have found my PASSION.

whats yours?