Make Me Laugh Monday

Well, I’ve decided that I’m aiming for lots of laughter in life this week, and I thought I’d get a little “audience participation” to make it even better.

I’ve got a few things already lined up for the occasion (like women drivers and Japanese game shows) but I’d love to add a few more really really really funny posts to the lineup. Who knows, I may even do more than one little funny each day! :)

So, y’all go ahead and put all your funnies down in the comments – make me laugh.

Until tomorrow, stay positive:

What do you hear?

One of the ways I’m growing as a songwriter is by listening. Listening intentionally for what makes a song good. I listen to the rhythm of the words, the way the notes jump high or low with different words, the instruments that are chosen and how they are being used, the individual instruments, the overall unified sound of the song, the emotion of the music, the emotion of the words, etc.

Once I learned to focus on different elements of the song, my ears learned to hear just one part at a time.

When I came across this song, I listened VERY intently. I’d never heard it before, and was pretty unfamiliar with the style, but the music was moving – powerful – emotional – inspiring. And the way the musicians flowed together made this song all the more magical.

So, let’s listen together this weekend, if only for a brief moment, and discover the elements of a really cool (albeit unfamiliar) song!

Pick a section – listen for as long or short as you want – then tell me what you hear:

I’m changing.

Something has happened to me in the past month or so. I didn’t notice it until a friend brought it up last night.

I was at dinner – girls’ night – the kind where you laugh embarrassingly loud in a public place – and probably talk about things that shouldn’t be mentioned *in said public place*…

Especially when people from church are sitting in the next booth.

(Just kidding)

(Kinda)

Anyway, it was a laugh-snorting, knee-slapping, belly-aching sort of evening, with a healthy blend of seriousness between the explosions of laughter, of course.

Part of that seriousness was an informal moment to fill the others in on how we were doing. And, after my “moment” of honesty, one of the women pointed out that I didn’t hesitate or show any discomfort when saying the words “infertility” and “miscarriage” out loud. I didn’t even think about it. These words just flowed out naturally.

Naturally.

Like I was ok with the fact that I was saying them.

THEM.

Those words. Those hellish words.

I can’t tell you how much this surprised me, considering the fact that I always cringe internally (and probably a bit externally) before those words come out of my mouth.

But she was right. I didn’t pause, blink, or hesitate. I was ok with saying them.

And in that moment, my mind flashed through all the blog posts and emails and conversations I’ve had in the past few months in an effort to come to grips with my reality. Last night was the first time I’ve been able to mention these circumstances without feeling like I needed to protect myself from them. I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it.

I’m changing.

And even more importantly… I’m going to be ok.