Trying to record.

I’ve spent a good portion of my night getting ready to record, and then trying to record. And I feel like my entire night has looked like this:

Trying to record.

I’m totally chilling out with the microphone. All set up and ready to go. But the things that I want to record aren’t the things that I have written down. And the things I have written down don’t quite seem as noteworthy as I’d like them to be.

What I’d like to record is several hours of the random thoughts that have been running through my head starting in September and coming up to tonight. Which, some of you may think is what I do on the show already. And you’re totally right. :)

But I think that what I’d really like to say the most is that it’s the strangest feeling in the world to go from being told that everything you seem to have ever known is a lie. And after being told that, you get it thrown in your face for months. And then, one day, you open your eyes and see for yourself that everything you have ever known was, indeed, wrong. And you go from being so hurt about this fake truth, to being so happy to realize that the whole time you were just confused.

Life has gone from black and white to technicolor in a matter of minutes and I’m never looking back.

I wish I had some other way to show you all this, like through interpretive dancing to show tunes, but I’m sure you’ll appreciate the words I’m typing just as well.