After getting more sleep than what is good for me last night, I ended up in a lazy sort of haze, where I was only semi aware of my surroundings today. Not necessarily a bad thing, but being not entirely plugged in, it didn't get me my connection and footing that I thrive upon. It's almost impossible to notice the little details when one is barely noticing the bookshelf right in front of one's own eye (yes, I do tend to walk into it when not paying enough attention).
This evening was better though. I ended up down the hill and socialized. And enjoyed it. Something that I have not really done for sometime.
It's the St. Patrick's Day season, and I know that to most of you it is a silly one day holiday. But from my background it does in fact turn into a season. I grew up competitively Irish Step Dancing. Once that stuff is in your blood it is about impossible to get out, no matter how much one tries. I still breathe dancing. I can't stand or sit still and often find myself reverting to auto-pilot and merely dancing away. These days, I no longer compete (much to my heart's dismay, but to my joints delight); but I do still perform with a pipe band (bagpipes & drum, and dancer ensemble). I'm not certain what I would do if I were unable to dance (which there has been threats of due to injury a few years back). Thus, the single day turns into a season for us. We share; we shine.
Tonight was a simple, short gig. But it was a chance to laugh and dance again. There is something about the drones & drums that gets my adrenaline rushing. I can't stay still even if I wanted; then my feet start moving, I leap in to the air, rhythmically pounding out set routines against the hardwood floor, my hair swirling around as I glide effortlessly across the stage.
It was a good night.
Now that I am collected and home, I am oddly back to my semi zoned state; but it is late and I am worn out in all manners. Sleep will be welcomed.