I recently realized that I don't sing in the car anymore. It used to be that whenever I was in the car by myself I would sing my heart out. If I was mad, belting out a song helped me feel better. If I was nervous, singing would help me relax. If I was happy, it made me happier.
I am by no means a good singer. In fact, I suck.
I still enjoyed singing in the car.
But I don't sing anymore. Not since I lost my baby.
Tomorrow, on my way to work, I'm turning up the radio and singing my little heart out!