I’m so exhausted right now that I barely got this post in. It’s been a while since I’ve chosen to stay up super late, and it didn’t have anything to do with doing “homework” (or staying up to avoid homework). It was karaoke. New venue. New night. I’ve been on quite the emotional roller coaster lately, and I’m getting tired of the low points. The experience last night gave me a high that could carry me through at least the next three days.
Sometimes it’s worth it to lose the sleep. It’s worth the agonizing realization in the morning that the annoying alarm in my ear is unfortunately mine and not my partner’s. It’s worth wandering back and forth between the kitchen and the living room because I forget my purpose and destination every time I leave the room. It’s worth the clumsy knocking into desks and students, and it’s worth the internal fight to not succumb — sitting down at my neglected teacher’s desk, throwing my head on my arms, and taking a snooze in the middle of the day.
It’s worth it because last night Teri got her groove back. She eased in with the duet “Picture”, warmed up with “How Do I Live”, and carried it home with “Man, I Feel Like a Woman.” There’s nothing like the rowdy support of a sweet, warm, and tipsy neighborhood-pub-crowd to put one back on top and make this lost tutor/teacher/writer feel like a pop star. Thank you, World, for reminding me of my passion and for giving me something to lose sleep about.
And now, go away, everybody. It’s time for bed. 🙂