Susan Boyle v. Adam Lambert

After I wrote about Adam Lambert, I wasn’t happy with something. There was just an uneasy feeling about what I had tried to communicate. It could be that I cheated on an English exam in 1986, and God was getting me back by not allowing me to organize my thoughts (you know you’ve thought the same kind of thing!)….

Then it hit me just how little I identify with Adam. Its like he was born to be on the stage, to perform, to sing, to entertain. So much so that for many people who don’t feel born to do or be anything, its hard to connect with him, except vicariously. And, again, there’s this slightly feminine vibe from him that is unnerving- but, I’m sure that’s just me.

Anyway, a few weeks ago my CRAZY sister in law (who lives here- www.pencarrow.net) sent me a link to Britain’s Got Talent. And like millions of people around the globe, I was immediately smitten with Susan Boyle. Not just the voice (amazing!) but the whole story. It was then that I knew what was missing.

I connect with and relate to Susan Boyle more than Adam Lambert.

Dang! I’m not sure there’s actually a good choice between these two (that’s awful, isn’t it?), but I’m pretty sure I relate more to Susan. I find myself being more unsure of myself than keenly aware of any talent. I seem to have a handful of missed opportunities than shining moments. I often shy away from doing things (even what I’m good at) rather than making the most of the times and talents I’ve been given.

And then, it happens. Susan finally gets the chance to just be…well, Susan. And she does it. She is what she has been made to be- quirky, school-marmish, hard-working, from a small collection of, oh, what’s the word- villages! Yes, that’s it!