Reality Check

Okay, so I have to process this:
I performed with a band. And we were amazing. Everyone listened.
I need a reality check. Is this my life? Am I living my dream?
Yes and no. A check off on my bucket list, surely. I remember standing up there in that little cafe, and thinking, "This is really happening." I felt this connection to everyone I played with, and I felt heard by our small audience. At the same time, I was completely aware of myself in space and time. It was just this beautiful, cohesive moment where everything fell into place.
I want more. All I want is more.
I want to bring in a few choice lyrics and melodies I have been writing my entire life. I want to create something original-- I want to seize this opportunity.
Will they go for it? Will they want to work with new material? Undoubtedly, they are talented enough to do so. I feel like we are complete albeit a drummer. Maybe I am just dreaming, but for once it seems like dreams can come true.
It's time to sift through my arsenal of lyrics. It's time now. Maybe it's really, finally, time.
I am so grateful for where I am today. I am so grateful for excelling in class and learning more about what I live for, for having real life experiences, for bonding with others through them. I am grateful every day that I am alive, and healthy, and that I feel that my life has a meaning and a purpose.
I think of Whitney Houston. She had it all, and where do you go once you reach the top? If making it is the end, then what I'm doing right now is the journey. It's the excitement and anticipation and the openness and willingness to learn and grow and be better. I will never forget my first gig at the coffee shop covering songs. It's a landmark. And I have no where to go but up. I'm doing this thing. This is my reality.