There's so much beauty in this world that's too often overlooked.
Last night, I ended up watching Burlesque, with Christina Aguilera. As a little girl, I'd sneak under my covers with a book and Walkman (remember those?), shifting the dial for the next Whitney Houston or Mariah Carey song.
There's something about an artist, the kind who channels a craft through her veins, the kind who stirs you to just attempt, the kind who stresses the importance of practice, because none of us will never know who we can be, unless we try.