They’re not perfect…

…but when I listen to them, I smile as if they are.

I’m too hard on myself. It’s not a matter of being “realistic,” it’s this ironed in belief that…I’m not “enough” to sing. Yet when I listen to my past covers, although I always hesitate to because I can detect every single problem and pitfall, I wonder,

“Why are you letting fear and insecurity talk you out of doing something that you actually enjoy?” 

I really do wonder why.