It's weird. The expectation and then the actual diving in and doing. You see it and you want it expecting it to be the simple life, fun, easy and no stress because it's what you love to do. Then you get entangled in the vision and realize it's like black-and-white to technicolor. Totally different than you expected. It is hard work. It is also a challenge. But the experience, you wouldn't trade for anything. You become a trooper and let God lead you onto the battlefield and use his strength; even if yours is depleted, you fall and are hurt so bad you feel like calling it quits or your internal instrument, the only one he made by hand, the vocal chords, is so in need of hydration and a tune up that you might not be able to conquer; but only through him, you do. Thank God for his strength and for open doors of opportunity and for every stage and fiery passage that I was blessed to see. And then there was Beerlin in Sochi. What a week!