For years I let perfection get in the way of progress. I thought if my voice cracked, if the work wasn’t polished, if the words weren’t refined… it wasn’t worth sharing. That fear became its own wall of awful.
So I decided to share anyway.
This is the start of a new series I’m calling That Time I Sang Anyway. These are not studio takes. They’re raw, messy, and unpolished. The work in progress, shared in public as a way to break through fear and step into growth.
The first video is me singing a warm up first verse of Wall of Awful in its roughest form. Not perfect. Not polished. Just real.
🎥 Watch the video here:
I hope this'll be a nice reminder that sometimes the best step forward is to start anyway. 😎
Enjoy your weekend!
