Sometimes, at night, or in the early hours of the morning, when all is quiet, no one’s listening, and I’m not sleeping, I whip out my Garageband and do some recordings.

They’re covers—I’ve never been much of a songwriter, much to my own dismay—and they’re not pitch or tempo-perfect (I’d never get around to publishing them!), but they’re my work: snapshots of what speaks to me, what I think about, what I feel or have felt, and—most importantly, for myself—what I am capable of.

However ramshackle or raw, this is the way that the Me that’s bigger than my body comes out to dip her toes in the ocean of reality. I’m hoping she likes it enough to come out and swim more.

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