teach.run.pray.

Without failure every year, September to November push my fight-or-flight response to its absolute max. And, this year is no different. This could turn into a public school system venting session, but I'll spare you. Instead, let's talk about wardrobes. A few weeks ago, my thirty-four-year-old self attended a two-day music festival in Atlanta with my twenty-one-year-old sister. I've been longing for a good music festival and this line-up excited me. Kendrick Lamar was one of the headlining acts, and well, I'm a Kendrick Lamar fan. Not to mention, he made history this year! He was the first artist out of the classical and jazz genres to win the Pulitzer Prize for his album DAMN. So, yea, I wasn't going to miss it, and I didn't. I spent hours standing in a dusty field smashed against sweaty, drunk, disgusting bodies to see his performance. It was worth it. I had the honor of seeing a historical Pulitzer Prize winner unite a mass of diverse creatures. Legendary.