“Thanks for the interview. But before you go, you have your guitar. You need to sing.”
That was what the host told the singer on the radio. The singer picked up her guitar, checked the tuning, said the name of the song, and started singing.
I thought, “how do singers do that? Just start singing.”
And then I thought, “Isn’t that a little arrogant, to just start singing? To just happen to have your guitar?”
I mean, to have these little pieces, all rehearsed, just waiting for someone to say, “you need to sing for us.” It just seems so, well, rehearsed. I would never do that.
I could never do that.
In that turn of the word I was convicted.
And I suppose that I could be accused of arrogance, but I’m just doing what I love to do, what I’ve been called to do, what I’ve practiced doing over and over. And I realized that the singer was doing exactly the same thing. She was doing what she loved, what she’d been called to.
It’s not singing that I do. It’s not dancing. It’s not skateboarding or managing or staying calm or running a store. But I’m not called to those.
I gotta quit comparing my wishes to other people’s rehearsings. You do, too.