Tomorrow is the dress rehearsal for my first performance as a concerto soloist. This morning I was so nervous I kinda freaked out on my mom and yelled and stomped my feet and jumped in the car to go to school ( I was late )—and I couldn’t leave. I knew I’d regret it all week so I got out and apologized. I love my mom. Sometimes I let nerves get the better of me. Other than being scared crazy—I think it will go well. Mom and Grandma say that it doesn’t have to be perfect. That’s true. It doesn’t. I just need to do my best, pray, and let God work. I found a good quote today by a French guy from the 1600’s. It says, “I have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself”. Michel de Montaigne. Though I don’t think of myself as a monster, I do know I’m not perfect. and that I am one of God’s miracles. I breathe, I live, and I thrive. He has given me everything.