The luxury of an early shift
A giant bowl of popcorn
And binging Grey’s Anatomy

Have I mentioned that happiness is singing in the choir
My god how it fills my heart with such joy
I’m so thankful I learned to read music all those years ago
It’s still a thrill to connect the dots
To sound
The challenge of switching from Sondheim to Handel
Musical theatre is in my bones
I get it
But the Baroque?!
I sometimes feel like
What is singing?
Can I even sing?!
It sits in a completely different place
In my voice 
Which is strange because it's the same instrument, but
The harmonies are different
The rhythms are different
The language, both textual and musical is different
And yet it still touches my soul
Uplifts my spirit

Wandering through the galleries
Being inspired by the art
Imagine a life of and salons and soirées
​Painting and writing and music and discussion 

Is there anything more joyful
Than a roomful of musical theatre nerds
Belting out Legally Blonde
On a Saturday afternoon?!

Friday morning brunch in Astoria
A walk in the park
Dancing through the fallen leaves

Remember when your baby sister
Was still a baby 
And you used to dance around the living room? 

​That feeling when you meet a kindred spirit
And you’re sitting and chatting
And suddenly 2 hours have passed

​The feeling of being able to contribute
The feeling that you’re making a difference

The relief of falling into bed
At the end of a long day

The thrill of the marathon finish line
The humanity of it all
Every age, ethnicity, ability
Out there celebrating the triumph of the human spirit