To Grow With Love

Today choir camp put on their annual summer performance. I missed most of the show but caught the very last number. Their last song was magnificent. The sound was beautiful, and the choreography was entertaining. But when it ended, I got choked up. Why? Because I wasn't a part of it. Because I chose not to be. And I regret it. Seeing my friends perform, reminded me of how much I love it. I remembered all the times I was yelled at by my choir teacher. I remembered all the million new things that I had learned. Most of all, I miss it. I miss it so much. Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong decision by not taking it again. If I do decide to take it, it'll be a lot harder considering the classes that I've decided to take. But point is, I miss singing. I miss being told I'm out of tune. I miss being told that my side isn't giving enough. I honestly miss being told that I'm singing the wrote notes, that I didn't study enough. Because being told all that was worth it. I've made a lot of friends in choir, and they are absolutely amazing people. They have brought so many smiles. School's starting in two weeks. I still haven't decided if I want to take choir again.

My first love will always be singing.