A wicked good buzz in a sacred place

I almost missed it. This not working and not knowing what day it is nearly got me in trouble. How apropos that it was the maternal unit's casual remark that got me in line. Thursday night is my night to get high. I'm wired for hours after I come home. 90 minutes of pure emotion whether it be frustration, boredom while waiting or just an overwhelming chord-gasm. You see, my weekly high is choir. The nerd in me comes out when I say that sometimes our 15-17 voices can make this sound that just hits me in the chest and nearly takes my breath away. There is nothing better than when we come together and make an awesome sound.

I'm so glad I went because today was a maelstrom.
Sleeping in good.
BMV visit of over an hour-tough.
Planning my financial future-good.
Hearing my finance guy lost his dad and his mom was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer-rough.
Having an alto not leave choir -good.
It's because she just found out she had to re-plumb her house before selling-harsh.

While I'm waiting to fill the next chapter in my life story, I'm certainly realizing how much I have and  that moving forward isn't always the direction you need to move in at this time.

Prayers up for T and his family, J and her house and for two girls who will stay forever young and the families that now have to figure out what life will be without them.