It’s 23:20, I’m 1h of metro away from home, I still have to dinner, I’ve worked from 10h to 19h30, then rehearsed samba drum from 20h to 21h with the caixas, then rehearsed with the all samba drum band from 21h to 23h.
My arms are falling apart, I’m tired and hungry, and still, I’m smiling. Why? Spent 13 hours doing what I like to do, surrounded by great people. How could I be sad or annoyed??
Just feeling good.