I'm so sad about this, it took me a couple of weeks to write about it.
Bright side: I sang. To an instrument. It was fun. I feel more brave and powerful.
Down side: Initial excitement petered. Not on my part. But I understand. Sometimes life, and work, and family, get in the way.
In the meantime, I'll just keep on singing to my kids. The most important audience. Maybe someday, I'll find another outlet for my burn.