“But how did it FEEL?”

The other night, after my latest musical improv show, I was too exhausted to regale my spouse with the full details of my evening, although I wanted to. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, if that’s okay,” I said over the phone, through a yawn.

She understood completely, but asked me: “Can you just tell me how it felt, then?”

I smiled, because her penchant for asking great questions is one of the many reasons I married her. “It felt great,” I said. “I felt in control the whole time. I didn’t feel nervous at all. It was the best.”

And really, that’s what she needed to know, anyway. The details are fun, but they’re not the point. The feeling is the point.