I'd like to teach the world to sing...

There was a period of time when I was a little kid that I wanted to sing really well. I joined a choir. I wanted to sing with the lung capacity and physical conviction of Aretha, the depth of Ray Charles, the rawness of Johnny, the cool swagger of Carly and the clarity of Elton. I feared I would sing like my Mum, tone deaf and strangled. I wanted to sing well so badly that I made myself mute. In my little head I thought "What if I think I can sing & then people hear me & tell me I can't" Sometimes when you hear the word can't you hear not allowed as opposed to not skilled.
Later I joined alternative & punk bands & people said I could sing & I told myself "Anyone can sing punk" Also not true.
My Mum is and always has been a better singer than me. She can't hit a note. Her voice comes out like cat being skinned alive. But she sings, she sings with her whole body & soul and she belts it out like she has the audience of the world and she does it for the pure joy it brings to her existence, no holds barred.
These are the new rules of success.