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"&amp;quot;A bird does not sing because it has all the answers. It sings because it has a song.&amp;quot; ~ Maya Angelou I&amp;#039;ll make a bit of a personal info confession today \u2013 I&amp;#039;m a singer. At one point in time, I was an actress and a singer, but that was forever ago and now I&amp;#039;m just a boring office worker and hopeful writer. I haven&amp;#039;t lost my theatrical roots, though. At any given time, you could hear me singing while cooking, putting the kids to bed, cleaning, showering (of course!) and driving in the car. Funny thing about divorce \u2013 it knocks you out of your old routines. While I&amp;#039;ll occasionally burst into a silly song with the kids, or hum along with whatever Anna&amp;#039;s blasting with her friends, I&amp;#039;ve been observing silence and solitude in the car. I spend a lot of my long commute thinking, and that&amp;#039;s been working out well for me. Sometimes, I break the silence to talk to myself, but I rarely take my own advice and don&amp;#039;t often listen to me much. Guess I need to work on that. Yesterday, on the way home, I was singing along with the radio, and loudly. And then I realized that I did that earlier on the ride in, as well. And I think I did it the day before. When did I start singing again? And more importantly, why am I questioning it? It makes me feel good, and obviously, I&amp;#039;m feeling mighty fine if I&amp;#039;m doing it without even thinking about it. That, my friends, is a good thing. A very, very good thing. It&amp;#039;s getting easier, day by day. I don&amp;#039;t think this process is finished by a longshot, but my mood is lightening up, and I&amp;#039;m starting to see the sun peek from behind the clouds more and more often. When did the music come back into your life? Was it time that made the difference, or something else? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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