Since I was very little, I loved to sing. I used to make up very small songs and sing them. I sang a lot.
A day without a song, even, when I have been unable to sing seemed to be a wasted day.
I can’t say that I have a great voice. I have been told that it is a nice voice. I don’t know. Mostly that was told to me by people who loved me or by family, so they might have been just being nice. I doubt myself. I doubt them.
I don’t like my voice when I talk and I hear it being played back once recorded. I don’t know if I have a nice singing voice or not. I don’t listen to it. I don’t know if I am any good.
I wish I had as much bliss over my voice as I do about singing. I am working on that.