Keeping My Cool

Miles Davis kept his cool. He played at clubs that wouldn't even let him in through the front door, having to enter through the kitchen.

Today, I kept my damn cool. Thought of Miles a few times. My job today was boiling hot with controversy, drama, and cocked-eye looks, but I kept it on the mellow side of things instead of boppin' hard. Cooool.

A fellow teacher patted me on the back. Literally. It felt good, rewarding, and I felt all of the stress go away. That's what Miles would do with his band: walk up to them, place his hand on their shoulder, and would nod, soaking in the individual sound, charisma, and pain of his fellow artist. A pat of approval.

It feels good. Try it on someone. They will know you're listening. Like Miles.