Thursday, September 30, 2010
The Gift I Gave to Myself
It was my birthday last week and during my morning errands I found myself singing in the car. My iPod was hooked up, Blondie's hit "Heart of Glass" was blasting away and so was I. No, I wasn't just singing when I was driving on a deserted road with no judging gawkers around (that is impossible in Doha anyway). I was singing out loud with a wide mouthful of lyrics. There were no mumbled words being swallowed and disguised at the intersections either.
You might ask me what the big deal is. Well, let's just say I have been pretty inhibited my whole life, and singing in the car always had me worrying about what those other drivers might think about the crazy girl in the SUV talking to herself. So this was a big step for me. I guess it is about time I gave myself permission to enjoy what few pleasures there are while driving. It has only taken me . . . oh . . . about 47 years to do this, and while I'm at it, you now know my age, which is another thing I don't care about either.