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  • I looked at the clock.




    There was no way I would make my bus.

    Were we stuck in for the night abandoning plans to keep our spirits high during graduation week?

    A week of saying goodbye to so many friends moving on to better things...

    Finally we found a ride, but my heart and mind still felt heavy, suddenly engulfed in the sadness I had been keeping at bay while the sun had been up.

    There's something about the darkness that unsettles the stillness in my soul, allowing all my fears to surface and take turns playing their mind games.

    But I said yes. I said I would go out into the night so, I put on my makeup, pulled on my jeans, slid on some jewelry and slipped out the door.

    Yes hasn't always been a common word in my vocabulary, but I'm learning that when I'm open to saying yes, then I'm open to the inevitable change that's coming. A change that the universe has intended for my life.

    I can either say no and resist it, helping to build up the sadness that settles so often in the pit of my stomach. Or I can say yes and embrace all that has been offered.

    So, I said YES to rocking out with Silicone Sister. I said YES to enjoying some girl power and the feminine as I let go of the man I love. I said YES to getting ice thrown at me by the lead singer of the band for being glued to Instagram on my phone instead of present in the rocking moment.

    I said YES! And life handed me the band's bottle of Jack...
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