Last high school fall choral concert. 317 to go…

I delivered my last high school fall choral concert tonight, and I have to admit that I teared up a little at the end.

It may not sound like a big deal, but you have to understand that it was my fourth year standing in that auditorium and singing a fall concert. I have done this since ling before ninth grade, but all throughout my high school career.

It made me painfully aware of how quickly my world is changing. I’m not a clueless freshman any more, I’m not in the lower, non-auditioned choir. I’ve grown a ton.

I’m not afraid of the change. In fact, I’m ready for it. I’m afraid of making the wrong choice. I’m afraid of doing the wrong thing, or pursuing the wrong dream.

I wish the path was clear, but that’s the whole problem: there are lots of paths, and more than one could be the right path.

Question of the Day- Things you’ve always wondered about girls? (per request)

Mission of the Day- pick a common word and demand that someone has been saying it wrong. Just change it slightly and see if they fall for it.

Love you!



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