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I do something stupid and you're all there for me.

Wow.

I wondered what would be the worth of my words in the world
if i write them and then recite them are they worth being heard
just because i like them does that mean i should mic them
and see what might unfurl

i think of the significance of my opinions here
is it significant to be giving them does anybody care
just because i'm into this does that mean i should live like it
and really do i dare

art, art i want you
art you make it pretty hard not to
and my heart is trying hard here to follow you
but i can't always tell if i ought to

so i pondered the point of my art in this life
if i make it will someone take it and think it's genuine
will they be glad that i did 'cause they got something good out of it
will they leave me and be any more inspired

i question the outcome of the outpouring of myself
if i tell everyone my stories will this keep me healthy and well
will it give me purpose, to this world some sort of service
is it worth it, how can i tell

art, art...

-- Tanya Davis

I've worked for Penn State for a number of years. My first job was as a staff assistant, and I worked my way up from there. It wasn't what I wanted to be when I grew up, but it was a good job with benefits--and when you have a family, benefits are a Good Thing. (Ask Martha.) One of the biggest "perks" is the educational benefit which allows employees a 75% tuition break on Penn State courses. This is not a benefit of which I took immediate advantage. We had a young family and priorities revolved around raising them. As kids grew and started to transition into middle school, however, coordinating people and schedules started to get a little easier and I was able to take the occasional moment to stop and catch my breath, and take stock.

It was during one of those taking stock moments I realized I wasn't very happy with where I was and what I was doing.