Ain’t you glad there’s still a few of us left, who know how to rock your world
So I’ve been tormenting the ears of a very (very, very) small audience again for two weeks. After ten years away from microphones I am loving it. Every single minute. I am sooo very glad to be back in a studio it’s like going home*.
I knew I missed it, but I am so very happy that I feel as comfortable as I do.
All in all as much work as I am doing, and as chaotic as my head is at the moment I am so fecking happy it is ridiculous. I have zilcho money (most of it goes on bus fare-I couldn’t top up my card on Friday and it cost me £6.40 to get to and from college), I’m not getting nearly enough sleep and I am eating crap. But I have turned into such an excitable little thing.
Saturday evening I start to get a bit wired, then Sunday evening I am possibly one of the few people who is almost aching for Monday to arrive. I sit on the bus home tired and buzzing. I was so mentally hyper when I went home on Friday I probably could have run the 10 miles home.
It feels so good to be getting to do things I love. Not only getting to think, but being encouraged to do so.
Before Friday, I can’t recall the last time I spent an hour talking with another adult human being about something I’m passionate about, where I got so into what I was talking about that I nearly launched myself across the room powered by my own gesticulation. The nearest to that level of conversational bounce was when I went to see Max in July.
I’m falling to bits, and I look a bit of a state. But goodness I love my weeks at the moment.
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* I should point out it isn’t the place I used to be. Much as I loved it the awkwardness when I left* means I don’t think I’ll go back.
* I split up with someone else there, and he and I were okay but everyone else there seemed obliged to pick sides. He’s still there, and so to is someone else I dated (who wasn’t there then). And frankly it just has the potential makings of a bad American soap.
Tags: Gretchen Wilson, happy, radio
“The nearest to that level of conversational bounce was when I went to see Max in July.”
I’m well chuffed to hear this, and really happy for you for doing something you love. Go girl!