Wired
I was wired last night - but in a good way. I still am a bit. I went to choir practice and things are hotting up for a small performance we are doing in a week or two's time. I loved the feeling of coming together with this group and making a sound which made us all smile. I loved the leaders' enthusiasm. I loved the banter I got into with her and some of the others. I loved the way that some people laughed at my banter.

I also felt vulnerable and stupid because when I get enthusiastic and carried away like that - there's always some people who are irritated or wound up by it. Often its my partner but not last night. It was another woman who seemed to be challenging me about suggestions I made - as if I was overstepping my authority. I dealt with this through banter by drawing attention to myself every time I made a suggestion.

I don't really want to censor myself when I feel so free and joyful - but if I don't I have to deal with the censorship of others - a choice I find tough. I spoke to her about it in the car on the way back.
"I wouldn't worry about it". She said.