It's been an emotional week. Not that I've had what I'd term a non-emotional week for nearly two years, but the past few days have been extra emotional. Why, you ask? Because, and this will sound a wee bit insane, but because Dancing with the Stars and American Idol both ended.
I know. I sound totally nuts. But to be cliche, there's a method to my madness. Or at least a vaguely discernibly understandable explanation behind it. Here's the thing. Those two shows, which I recap for a website that shall remain nameless, have been a lifeline for me this year. One began shortly before Logan departed this life; the other shortly after. They gave me something trivial to look forward to every week. They gave me a predictable activity and an escape from a life that I found almost too challenging to live effectively at times. They gave me something normal, something decidedly not painful and something familiar to enjoy. And now, they're over.
That's not to say that I won't move on with other shows. In fact, both Duets and So You Think You Can Dance premiere on Thursday. And assuming I can figure out how to Houdini my way around the DVR, I'll be recapping those two shows, too.
But I'll mourn the end of the shows that carried me through some of my darkest days thus far. Even as I write this, I think it sounds weird. But I guess weirdness is just a part of who I am. And I'm okay with that.