Singing for little me
What did you love to do as a child?
For a big chunk of my childhood and teenage years I loved to sing. Singing informed my identity; some kids had dance, some had soccer, some rode horses, I sang. It is very cute (and a little cringe😂) to watch videos of my 8-year-old self singing Celine Dion or Spice Girls. There's no fear or shame, just pure confidence and joy. Little Jules was in her element.
During a performance in high school, nerves got the better of me and I ended up very off key. I couldn't find my way back to the right notes. I remember it felt like swimming through honey, knowing I was off and feeling stuck in place trying to find my way back. I felt so much shame and embarrassment. Shortly after that, I stopped singing. Part of it was "growing out of" a hobby that I wasn't planning to pursue professionally, and part of it was this low self-worth feeling that I should just leave the singing to two of my younger siblings who are significantly more skilled (and are now actual professionals). At the time, shame allowed me to believe that this identity was no longer mine.
✨Just because I stopped, it doesn't mean that the 8-year-old girl inside of me has stopped wanting to sing.✨
So now, for her, I sing. In the car, in the shower, while I'm cleaning, almost always alone. Though the days of wanting to be a singer have passed, it feels very healing for me to sing. It's part of my self-care, a way to honour and connect with my Inner Child and nurture my throat chakra 💙
As we get older we put so much value on activities we deem to be productive, when sometimes the most healing things we can do for ourselves are the things we gravitated to as children.
🤍🤍Prompt: what did you love as a child? Would it feel good to incorporate some of that into your week?🤍🤍