Yesterday was another installment of the So You Think You Can Dance roaming party.  I invited my new friend Erica to join us and she just sort of blended right in with the group.  After dance three, I announced to the group that this was all just too perfect.  There were still plenty more dances to see, and I could sit on Susan's sofa drinking wine and eating hummus and be surrounded by lovely people and I just COULDN'T BELIEVE that I got to have this evening of delightfulness stretch before me. 

After the show ended, I wasn't ready for an end to the evening, so I asked Susan to show us an episode of Obsessed, a new reality show about OCD.  She and I had already watched it, but I wanted everyone else to see it as well.  It was about a woman who was obsessed with her mother's hands, and her obsession prevented her from spending any time with her mother without spinning into a panic attack.  The other person was a woman who kept thinking she might kill someone, so she isolated herself from all her friends.  

Watching them suffer like that -- knowing their fears were irrational, but unable to stop them -- was so heartbreaking.  I wanted to will them better.  But I will also note that seeing them work their way out of this trap while I was surrounded by friendships that feel effortlessly amazing made me realize how really lucky I am to live this particular life at this particular time. 

I stayed up an hour past my bedtime because I wanted to bask in this feeling.  When I woke up at 5:30 this morning, I was bleary and dragging, but even so, I could feel the residue of last night and I thought, it was worth it.  It is always worth it.