One day.

One day, I want to be able to sing in front of people. I want to be able to get up on a small stage, in a dimly lit room, and sing with my guitar. 

I don’t know if  I’m good at singing, I don’t know if people would enjoy it. I just want to do it.

I’d rather not do it in a place where people know me. Not in this town. I want to get away, I want to go somewhere; somewhere where no one knows who I am and just sing.

Singing is something I love to do. When I get stressed or I want to block something out, I shut myself in my room, get out my guitar and begin to play. It’s something I do to deal with things.

But if I were to sing in front of people, I would be judged on it- people would hear my voice and they would draw their own conclusions on it and, honestly, that terrifies me.

Whilst I dream of having the courage to do so one day, I’m also intimidated by the idea of actually acting on that courage.

I do want to do it one day. I’m just not completely ready yet.

I will be though, one day.

People want to change everything and, at the same time, want it all to remain the same.

The Devil and Miss Prym, Paulo Coehlo.