I write when I'm inspired and publish only when I'm ready. I don't read comment forums and I block communication from harassing strangers. I connect with at least one close friend per day, preferably in person. I sing constantly, loudly, and usually only for myself (or dogs). I'm doing the best that I can and trying to greet each new day with wonder and gratitude.
Words have meaning and intent, and denial of this fact is ignorant. I believe that in the great cage match of life, enlightenment destroys ignorance, and enlightenment is my truth, my whole truth, and nothing but my truth, in whatever way I choose to illuminate the darkness of my own tightly-locked closet.
The art of tai chi and the art of singing share many things -- discipline, regular practice, and an emphasis on the breath. But, what may surprise you, as it did me, is that the breath, as a vehicle for directing energy to the singer's stage presence, was paramount in the success of any stage production.
I have found that my vocal chords and my throat are like a canary in a cave. If they don't feel right, a cold, flu or other general cootie is generally right around the corner. Does this send panic through me as I set out to sing or act? Yes it does. Does the same issue hold true for public speaking? Yes it does.