Last night I sang my heart out.
The last karaoke crooning of 2012.
And I realized I needed it,
As much as I needed to breathe.
Because when I’m there
Singing on stage
Or listening/singing along with my crew,
I’m not a teacher,
Not a tutor,
Not a writer,
Not a workshop leader.
I’m not a disciplinarian,
Not a help-you-catch-up-and-hope-you’re-having-an-“on-day”- and– that-I’M having an “on-day” – ian,
Not a struggling artist,
Not a pulling-myself-out-of-the-house-because-I-need-the-money-and-this-is-my-way-of-life-ian.
I . . . just. . . am.
And I’m happy.
And at times like these, I know if I were taken from this world,
Right in this moment,
I would be ok. . .
Because my life is complete.