From May 15, 2013:
I was not feeling very awesome today. It was a four and a half kind of day. One of those days when I stubbornly continue to exist for one sole reason. All day.
Almost.
I was in the studio at the gym, as per my odd schedule goes, practicing poi and dancing. I’m usually able to commandeer the room once stationed. If ever I’m interrupted by someone’s surprise (seeing as I don’t turn the lights on, the place looks vacant), they’ll just leave. In the rare instance that they don’t, I immediately pack up and go elsewhere out of self-consciousness. Well, this young man who came in yesterday and managed a coup d’etat, returned today. I was rocking Bassnectar pretty hard. I stopped for moment, considering leaving. But I really didn’t want to stop, and yesterday he arranged himself in an almost tolerable manner, so I thought “Fuck it.” And resumed my activities. This guy just lit up! A huge grin spread over his face, and he says “Groovy!!!” I don’t know why, but I felt totally comfortable with him there, carrying on. The first person I’ve come remotely close to seeing me let lose with this stuff I’ve been so passionate about of late, and he just fucking lit up!!! How can that not be a reminder of being awesome!?
