Standing ovation, encore... and all I can think is “Phew, almost home, finally—maybe I can just *sleep*.” Does anyone else get that? After years, after *everything*, is it just… mechanics now? For us? We give so much, but then… emptiness? It’s just this… urge to disappear into the quiet, no more applause, no more *being seen*—just silence after the crescendo... I miss something, I know I do, but what? My kid will be up in three hours.