Pre-pandemic, one of our daughters sang a solo in her 5th grade assembly type deal. She went strong and chose Shallow by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper.
Pretty damn difficult song to sing regardless, even more so as an 11-year-old in front of your school, grandparents, teachers, etc.
Even trickier? The piano player accidentally (and apologetically, later) picked up the piece in the wrong part, throwing our daughter for a real time out of key loop.
Let’s just say Gaga wouldn’t have felt threatened.
However, after the hallway tears, the embarrassment, and the pianist apology, they gave her a shot to redo it, near the end of the performance.
Bravely, she walked back up front and proceeded to crush it.
Contrast that with my effort Monday.
I picked up my iPhone 228 times. I don’t even have social media or email on my phone.
WTF was so important that I distracted myself 200+ times in 16 hours?
Texts, slacks, news, sneaker deals, whoop scores, games, sports updates, and other fairly shallow nonsense.
The shallow ruts our brains stay in, prevent us from the experience of the deep.
Are you happy in this modern world? Aren’t you tired tryin’ to fill that void? Or do you need more?
We’re far from the shallow now.
