An E-mail sent was sent to me letting me know that I concert I was looking forward to was about to happen. A run of the mill get-your-ticket-before-it's-too-late message. I, thinking it's a reminder for Monumentour, clicked on it expecting to see details for Tuesday night. Instead I saw details for Aug 2. As in a day that has passed. As in I sat in my bed while this concert happened. Hands shaking I start looking at every bit of information I thought I had. I finally find my ticket and see that it does say Aug 5th, the day I had on my calendar. I go back to the E-mail and finally see it. It's for a city I do not live in. Oh man. That scared me. My heart started racing and even though I haven't missed this concert I feel tears threatening.
This little incident played to my fears. I have had long days that have caused me to forget my evening commitments. With the way work has been going it feels like a very real possibility for me to have a long day and just go home forgetting the concert. Only realizing my folly upon waking up the next day. In fact, I just did such a thing on Friday. I was planning on going to a friend's birthday celebration but forgot after a co-worker kept me at work an extra hour. The thought that I'll just forget about this concert fits so well with my dingbat antics that I am so scared I'll actually forget.
Despite being so excited for this concert. Despite playing the music I can't wait to see repeatedly. Despite it not being the 5th and still having the chance to attend, I deeply shaken by what I thought was an actualization of my fears. This may be a mixture of my love for music and my need for sleep and exercise.
This is what I get for not checking my E-mails regularly.
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