The only reason I take a three-day road gig once in awhile (corporate or comedy club) is because Mom needs a break being funny for adults.
It's only hours after being alone in silence that I relax and begin to hear a strange little voice.
"What's that?" I ask confused.
"Yes. That little voice is ME....talking to ME."
Mom life is so crazy busy and so constanly full of busy noise that I can't hear (or let alone even try to hear) my own inner voice, my calm voice, my sane barometer of who the heck I really am.
Course after three days of back to back comedy shows, my sanity is tested in different ways and I can't wait to go home to those little (and big) voices 'outside' my head. Voices that come with hugs and cuddles and the promise of future annoyance.
But I wouldn't change a thing. Ever.