Sometimes, I dream.

{Lydia Bradshaw (drums), Me (vocals), Heather Leavitt (cello)}

This picture is from the day I first sang in front of a large crowd.  I remember my heart racing as the flood lights hit my face.  There was a strange exhilaration only performers can feel.  A raw sense of accomplishment and pride.  As I ended my song, the audience erupted in applause.  Some even stood--signifying to me that I had done a good job.  This was a day I would never forget.  A day I wish to relive.  Since this performance, I have continued to sing.  Recitals.  Church musical numbers.  Around town.  But with school and the business of life, I have kind of neglected my passion for performing.  

I want to sing.  Like really sing.  In front of people.  For people.  With people.

I have this fear that if I post videos of myself on youtube or Facebook, or whatever, I will be criticized harshly. {Remember?  I'm afraid of being inadequate.} 

This scares me.  Singing has been my outlet for quite some time.  I sing when I'm sad.  When I'm stressed.  When I'm happy.  When I want to feel closer to my Heavenly Father.  Any emotion I have can be expressed through my voice.

So.

Do I take the risk?  Should I do something that could potentially hurt me, in effort to accomplish something that could potentially help me feel more fulfilled?

Or should I just continue to sing in the shower?