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It's 5:30am and I've been awake for at least 45 minutes. Tired as I am, I could hardly sleep last night. And, once again, I had dreams of HOB. Unlike Sunday night, I also had a few "Rent" dreams, as well. My subconscious is rarely so obvious.
I woke up with a new perspective, though. After the angst and the shopping and the angst and the anticipation and even more angst, I've officially decided to chill out.
I can not go into this expecting a JC moment. Because, if it doesn't happen, I'll leave disappointed and that's the last thing I want. Through all of my recent experiences, I've learned that those moments can not be forced. It has to happen naturally. At least for me. If it's not today, my moment will come. If anything, I've learned patience.
So I'm going to drive to LA with three of my best friends who I don't see nearly enough. I'm going to meet up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clumsygyrl, hotforjoshtin, friends from the Cafe, Gemini, Steph and Bridget. And, sometime tonight, I'll probably tear up when the musician I adore, with the diva hips, the fuck me hair, and more talent than I can believe, takes the stage to perform. And, in the end, that will be more than enough. And I'm grateful.
I woke up with a new perspective, though. After the angst and the shopping and the angst and the anticipation and even more angst, I've officially decided to chill out.
I can not go into this expecting a JC moment. Because, if it doesn't happen, I'll leave disappointed and that's the last thing I want. Through all of my recent experiences, I've learned that those moments can not be forced. It has to happen naturally. At least for me. If it's not today, my moment will come. If anything, I've learned patience.
So I'm going to drive to LA with three of my best friends who I don't see nearly enough. I'm going to meet up with
clumsygyrl, hotforjoshtin, friends from the Cafe, Gemini, Steph and Bridget. And, sometime tonight, I'll probably tear up when the musician I adore, with the diva hips, the fuck me hair, and more talent than I can believe, takes the stage to perform. And, in the end, that will be more than enough. And I'm grateful.