Being in the chorus has really challenged me in so many ways. Learning the music, the lyrics, the rhythms and holding my part. Holding my part. I see the symbolism of that without anyone having to nudge me. And I can. I'm amazed at myself. I go around mostly thinking I'm a wimp. But that is not strictly true. I conveniently forget the times I've stood up all alone, for myself or someone else or something I believed in.
So last night, I could hold my high tenor part all by myself, with no one else singing it. Inside my head there was fanfare, confetti, a parade. I give credit to my parents, who taught me you could be different, take actions against the vast majority and feel good about yourself, and mainly, that we were made of tough stuff. Now I see my grown kids showing the tough stuff, sticking to what they want and know is right. And my husband, who has stood for integrity in science when everyone else wanted the short cuts, the credit but not the doggedly thorough work that real science is about. I'm proud.
I will again forget I have some strengths, but maybe only six days a week. On chorus night, I'm reminded that my voice is my own, is strong and necessary for the whole to sound beautiful.
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