Feb 23rd.

Most would pass over today, as if it was a normal wednesday.
Wednesdays are boring for the most part, but today was different.

I was warming up with my professor in vocal lessons when things started clicking. I sounded awesome, and I never say that about myself (never, ever). Then, it hit me. Shortly after I hit a B flat it sunk it, today was Gary's day. I started crying, and my teacher just stopped. It was a weird moment.
It wasn't sad, it was just what happened.

For a moment, everything I was doing made sense. I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
I think, for the first time... Feb 23rd wasn't overwhelmed with sadness.