My husband is hosting a songwriting challenge on his blog this week called 5in5. The participants (including the two of us as a team) are committing to writing five songs in five days. Last night’s third song was completed just under the deadline! And I heard that story from more than one of the groups.
We’ve learned a lot about ourselves during the project and Dan is planning a reflection post after the week is over, but I have one observation that has meant the most to me so far.
Last night as we tweaked and scrubbed the song we were working on, I heard a sweet noise coming from Jesse’s room. I walked through his dark room to find him seated on the floor of his lighted closet with a notebook and pen in his hand. He was humming out the tune to the words he was writing down in his neat 4th grade penmanship.
“What’cha working on, Jess?”
Because, apparently, we do that now. We write songs. Every morning this week he has asked to hear the songs we worked on the night before. I guess he finally decided to give it a shot himself. Because he can. Somehow, because we tried, it gave him permission.
And that is worth everything.
Also check out Serenity’s take on why creating matters. So good.