The waiting

Waiting to dance is the crushing destroyer of the most determined spirits. Dancing happens so late. So incredibly late. I've been awake for weeks at this point, teaching & cataloging & driving & doing female social duty & navigating to strange places & sending kids off to new adventures & disciplining & Christ, there are still hours and hours to go. Dancing should happen earlier. I should be able to stop into a club at 7 am on the way to my car & rev up for work, process some of the physical tension. No wonder I'm in knots - I can't wait the interminable wait for the dancing.