time and exhaustion

I live for the nights when I come home absolutely exhausted.  It means I've had a full day.  The Crucible at Northwest School of the Arts with my sweet friend Posey as one of the leads.  A trip to Amelie's immediately afterward, and tons of French pastries shared between old and new friends.  An impromptu decision to go to a concert with my incredible friend, Allie, and some of her friends, and getting the very last tickets.  Meeting some very cool (and very cute) boys waiting in the line to get into the Evening Muse.  Staying at the Muse until 1:15.  Going to Amelie's for a second time.  

By the time I walked in the door this morning at 2:36, I was worn out, my feet hurt, I had a headache, and my eyes were so heavy.  But it was a great feeling.  My heart was overflowing with joy.  I knew that I was so tired because I spent so much time with people, constantly expending energy, but that's the kind of tired I love so much.  I love to feel exhausted from being with the people I love and care about so much.  

I consider myself an introvert.  I love people, and I love being around people, but I need alone time every single day to stay sane.  I get worn out from being around people for long periods of time, but I know that with every second, I'm making a memory that may be so dear to me in the future.  My dad's fight with cancer has made me realize that your life could be cut short at any moment.  Your friends' lives could be cut short at any moment.  Make the most of the time you have.  Laugh together.  Watch movies together.  Talk about the hard things and answer the difficult questions of life.  Go on random adventures.  Give/get tight hugs.  Snuggle.  Tell people how much you love them.  Cherish the short amount of time that we have on this earth, and squeeze every opportunity out of it.  So be exhausted.  Be worn out, if it means that you get to make the most of the little time you have.