This morning my favorite band announced a summer tour. THIS IS A BIG DAMN DEAL, PEOPLE! I LIVE FOR BARENAKED LADIES! I’ve waited almost a year for an announcement signaling a date I could make. I’ve waited many months for the opportunity to meet up with some or all of my tribe. I am out of my mind. Out. Of. My. Mind. I have not one, but three concerts on my agenda! Holy crap, holy crap, holy, holy, holy crap!
A month ago you wouldn’t be able to get near me on tour announcement day. I’d be visibly fluttering, in constant movement and talking 193 miles a minute as I scour the internet for any Barenaked tidbit I could find. So why was I not feeling the happy I’ve felt before? It hit me at work as I was leaving for my school: I felt bad feeling good. For a brief moment, I was giddy me, screeching on the inside with the nervous tummy–when are the presales? Can I access the server from my desk at work and order? Should I download the Ticketmaster app? Is my credit card updated? My phone was off the hook. Seriously blowing up off the hook. There must have been over 300 messages between my tribe mates today–I love these girls, my Ladies ladies–and I think I posted one message. (And not just because my employer blocks Facebook.) Honestly, I haven’t even been able to read most of them yet.
I felt bad feeling so good. In the grand scheme of my life, is this the most important thing right now? Before me shouts OMG Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! After me quietly wonders. I felt bad feeling so good that I stopped my own happy for a while. It’s a good thing I have the love and enthusiasm of my tribe to kick my ass into gear and remind me to take care of ME too in this. My kid needs me to be happy now. OK, I guess I’ll see Barenaked Ladies. . . Three times. . . In one week. I’ll do it for my kid!