I sometimes wonder how we get by in this profession...
but then you are standing side stage at 9pm at night, blisters on your feet, watching from the curtains as 150 students stand on stage in front of a loving community made up of their peers, families and teachers;
the words of Beyonce's 'I Was Here' ring out across the crowd as each student lights a candle
and lifts it joyously above their head...
and I no longer wonder.
This week I don't have forty pieces of joy, I have a 150.
150 beams of light shining as bright as they possibly can.