Two weeks ago, I sang “The Parting Glass” at an open mic session in Minard.  I was happy.  I knew I reached many in the audience.

My friend Anouk videoed my performance.  Later I nervously watched it … not perfect, but then what is?  I sang with passion, with a few stray notes.  All was well.

A month or two ago, my friend Lyrinda in Canada asked to see a video of me singing.  Last Friday I sent her this one.  Then, for three days, no response.

Yesterday my mind took over.  A very young mind, reeking with fear.  “She didn’t like my singing!”  What to do?  Sit here forever, wondering, hoping she’ll say something?  Or act?

Guess I’m not emotionally able to sit with the unknown.  I texted her:

Hi Lyrinda,

I sent you a video of me singing a few days ago, and you didn’t comment on it.  I can feel glimpses of a previous low self-esteem creeping in.  “Maybe Lyrinda thinks I sang poorly!”

Silly Bruce.

I don’t need you to compliment me.  Please give me some straight feedback about the singing.  Thank you, my friend.

Lyrinda’s response?  She’d been busy and hadn’t seen the video.  She’ll watch it when she gets home.

Oh. 

As the American author Mark Twain said:

I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, most of which never happened

Lyrinda watched the video.  She replied …

I am clapping with my heart! That was very moving my friend.

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Silly me indeed