Singing and Chardonnay

Still haven't decided about my hair... hm... The dying of my hair from blonde to brown four years ago was kind of ritualistic, as it aided in a huge life change.  So I feel like the dying-back needs to be ritualistic as well.  It's hard when I've put that kind of pressure on a dye job.

I've had a long day.  I think I learned how to sing today.  Recently I've been surrounding myself with Youtube videos of Edita Gruberova and I think somehow something clicked.  Yesterday I went to the practice room and sang for two hours, and today I did the same.  And I sounded like a different person.  So I got home at 7:30 and was exhausted.  I'm making curry and just opened a bottle of Charles Shaw chardonnay, and nothing seems like a better reward.  

It seems like the secret to singing is confidence, inspiration, and a clear idea of what you want to sound like.  God, I've been having so much trouble singing lately.  And I think it's because I've had strange ideas of what I need to sound like.  And when I heard Gruberova I heard the voice I wanted to sound like, and had the potential of sounding like (uh, I by no means think I'll ever be able to sing Zerbineta or even sing as high, but I'm talking about her general sound...).  And as soon as I had a new sound ideal in my head, everything about my singing changed.  And how long has it been since I've spent two hours in the practice room two days in a row?

By the way, some day I'll post about my fab New York trip with Kyle.  But now I'm too uninspired :)