… the memories, the feelings good and bad…
I stumbled across my conducting batons today. I opened the cases because I couldn’t remember what they looked like. They haven’t seen the light of day in years and haven’t been used in nearly a decade (since I left school #2, to be exact).
As I touched them, I burst into tears. I miss it so much.
But the thought of going back into a school makes my stomach drop & I can feel the panic attack coming. So I quickly closed them and put them back into the closet.
I’ll have to unpack that another day.
Donita Westman 