A World That’s Bigger
In April, I sat down to strum my guitar while Ginny was napping, and I wrote one of my favorites, this song called “A World That’s Bigger.” I had looked up how much college is estimated to cost Ginny in 18 years, and almost had a heart attack while looking at the computer screen. (An undergraduate degree is estimated to cost more than both my and my wife graduate degree loans. Whoa!)
Fortunately, songwriting calms anxiety for me.
What doesn’t calm anxiety is the lizard brain, that part of our brain where fear lives. Over the weekend, I did a quick recording while Ginny napped. Then, I debated if I should post it:
- I didn’t nail the pitch of one word perfectly
- I didn’t use an expensive microphone
- I didn’t use an expensive camera
- I didn’t use any expensive recording equipment
- I didn’t do any special effects
But I posted it to Facebook; and turned off my computer, tried to turn off the lizard brain, and fed Ginny some carrots. (She doesn’t like them, yet!)
And then I checked back to see if anyone watched my song, and James had written, “I love the sentiment in this song. Made me tear up a bit thinking about my own 2-year old Quincy. It’s easy to make someone dance, it takes an artist to make someone feel.”
That compliment made my day, and reminds me to ignore the lizard brain.
It’s OK if we don’t use the best equipment. It’s OK if it’s not perfect. Just keep the art human.
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