I used to sing.
All the time.
Annoying, irritating, noisy, loud, and usually off-key.
I sang my kids to sleep. I sang along with the radio. I sang in the morning as I made breakfast, at work as I typed away. I sang in the shower, in the car, and in my mind.
At some point last year. I stopped singing.
And I didn’t miss it. I didn’t even notice it was gone.
Until recently, when it came back.
And I sing again.
And that is as close as I can come to explaining just how horrible 2009 was for me.
Not only did I lose my capacity for song. I didn’t care enough to notice.
And that’s to help explain how glad I am that it’s a new year.
Here’s to 2010.
The year of The Happy.