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It's amazing, but after blogging yesterday, I felt the tightness in my chest dissipate, my mind cleared, and I was okay.

I just got home from Spring Concert and cleaning of the apartment. *sigh* Concert was good, from what I saw. I was so proud of A., R., V., S., and D. Three of them had solos, and I made it a point to run from the band rooms that were serving as a holding tank to the auditorium to catch their performances. One girl got sick, so Ms. W. and I had to take turns watching out for her. It was pretty busy back there....

Other than that, it's the same old, same old - for better or worse.

J. reminded me of this gem today, and it seems to fit with everything right now.

Mother to Son


Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

--Langston Hughes

I do love me some Langston Hughes....