A perfect summer night, a chance to see some of my favorite voices in concert in an intimate setting… Joan Baez, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Amy Ray and Emily Saliers. I listened to them sing and I sang along. And there was this moment, a totally perfect moment that I just took everything in…Joan dancing with her shoes off, Mary singing with her incredible raspy voice, Emily and Amy playing background and singing harmony, the sun setting and a breeze blowing. I just felt. So deeply. I just felt perfectly me. This moment, this is who I am.
These women and their lives and lyrics, so perfectly embody what I want to say and how I want to say it. These women who are able to capture my greatest self, bottle it up and sing it back to me.
This brief moment of wholeness gave me a reminder of who I really am. Underneath all the hats and before all the letters and titles. Underneath the Social Worker and the Mom and the Wife and the Professor. Putting aside the anxiety and ignoring the pressure, I am something that is so much more than words.
I am thankful that there are four voices out there that can help me find me. Who can remind me that I am. And remind me to keep finding that sense of self. Not to hide it or shame it or ignore it or excuse it. But to live being me.