The last time I was at church, I realized there’s something I no longer do now that I’m married. I stopped singing and that makes me sad. But it couldn’t have made me very sad since I didn’t realize it until recently–after almost one year of marriage. Awake from your slumber. Arise from your sleep. I croaked out the words to the catholic hymn during mass, then silenced myself. What happened to my voice. God I suck.
Then I got to thinking, there are a lot of things I used to do before I was married that I don’t do anymore. And I’m not talking about the typical things you hear like having to ask permission for a girls night out, combining finances, remembering anniversaries, dealing with in-laws.
I’m talking about coming home after work, stripping down to your skivvies, and pumping up your iTunes to reenact Tom Cruise in Risky Business. I’m talking about googling the lyrics to your favorite songs and harmonizing to Alanis Morissette’s Ironic or Tori Amos’s A Sorta Fairytale. I’m talking about popping in your favorite workout DVD and sweating to Daft Punk. Around the world, around the world. Around the world, around the world! Can you imagine belting out the song Umbrella with a pen as your microphone, mimicking Rihanna’s dance moves, and your husband walks in on you?
In the era of Glee, Lady Gaga, and Britney’s comeback tour, I’m like, I am missing out! I gotta practice my moves!
When I’m huddled over my laptop, rapidly typing away, Dean will come over and ask what I’m writing about. Dude, can a budding writer get some privacy? Shit, go back to browsing ESPN or whatever it is you do. I’m not nosing around your business.
Married people, how do you continue to foster your hidden talents?
Single people, take full advantage of your alone time.
O city of gladness now lift up your voice. Proclaim the good tidings that all may rejoice.