I can’t sing. Never could. I was in grade three when realized this. My class was entered into singing competition and we spent everyday practicing. I can still picture myself eagerly singing my heart out then my teacher tapping me on the shoulder and whispering ‘honey why don’t you just mouth the words.’ It doesn’t get more honest than that people. Mouth the words. So I did. I’ve spent years mouthing the words. But oh how I wish I could sing. I have day dreams of climbing atop a table in a crowded mall and breaking into a choreographed song. It’s beautiful. Sometimes people join me, but most often they watch too touched by my talent to do anything but wipe the tears from their misting eyes.
I can’t dance either. I have two moves that involve thumbs and a neck action that can render me immobile if done improperly, but my husband has determined it’s not dancing. Certainly, I would never own the dance floor in a crowded club, though you guessed it; it’s a dream of mine. It’s a good fantasy; crowd parting and drifting into a wide circle to clap in tune to my outrageous moves…
I’ve been booed off a volleyball court before. Enough said. Sports aren’t my thing. Unless you count wii sports. I think we should.
Oh the list, how it grows, of all the things I cannot do.
I can’t do a peircing whistle with my two fingers. I can’t swim in proper crawl form. I can’t figure out complicated math problems without google and I can’t twirl a peice of ribbon with a pair of sciccors.
Did you know that an ostrich is a terrible mother? She leaves her babies. She’s not very bright. She can’t fly. But it doesn’t matter. Because, oh, how she runs. It’s what she was created to do.
Do you know what you were created to do? Is there something that comes easy for you? Something you get pleasure out of doing? Then do it. And do it well.
I can’t do a lot of things and over the years I’ve come to accept my limitations. I may never draw a crowd with my voice, or win an award for logical thought processing (if there is such an award I wouldn’t want it), or run without being laughed at, but I know what I can do.
The ostrich runs. What do you do?
This is a fun post. What can I say, I’m a guy of many contradictions?
I can’t dance….but I can cwalk.
I can’t really sing…but I do it often when I’m driving LOL.
I can’t eat out. I’m allergic to 90% of American foods. Every time I go to a place to eat with my friends I end up just drinking water and nibbling on a side of fries while everyone else gets burgers and milkshakes.
And whaddaya know, I JUST tried it and it turns out I can’t do the whole “two-finger whistle” thing either.
Mom, You are funny. I get all of it! And yes you can sing. When I was 2 growing up until I was like 9? you sang to me when I fell asleep! maybe I was little and thought you were better then Taylorswift, All the good girl singers. I think now you are way better then JB!!!
totally! who agrees? I do!! 
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I totally agree! Joy you sound great!
THanks Meghan. Glad to see you here!
I have many of the same quiet dreams, with singing being at the top of the list. All it took for me was 1 comment, and I think it was around 3rd grade too. The only ones who have heard me “really” sing are my kids. I can’t even bring myself to wholeheartedly sing in front of Colin…yet. What I would love even more than a beautiful voice, is the ability to freely sing, at ease. Dancing is a whole other story. I am fully aware that I look like Steve Urkel on the dance floor, but it doesn’t stop me!