Sometimes the best things in our lives are the ones we don’t ever expect. I’ve written about the choir I’m in a few times before when I was fairly new to it, in some ways I still am, still learning the songs they’d done before, still figuring out why I seem to be one of the tallest when we stand to perform when actually I’m not that tall but I’ve been there a bit longer now.
Back when I wrote before it was all very new and exciting, my enthusiasm comes across in those earlier posts. Now I’ve been there a bit longer I guess I have a different view on those two hours once a week I spend practicing with the rest of the choir, in just the last few months I’ve grown as a person and learnt a hell of alot about myself and about what I want.
Let’s wind it back to the beginning, my mum and her friend were in the choir and I always thought I’d hate it, I hadn’t sung since being in school and I’ll be honest I kind of saw the songs I’d heard as being quite old-fashioned so I didn’t think it was for me at all. I finally agreed to go a taster evening to see what it was like around Christmas time and I surprised myself because I loved it, everything about it was warm, friendly and fun.