Gwen Stefani said it best towards the end of my high school
career… “Take a chance you stupid hoe.” I’ve recently improved my terms of
endearment to contain much more positive verbiage, but I’m still on the lookout
for someone to call my all time favorite, “darling.”
Due to a chemical imbalance, I actually do believe in fairy
tales. It happens. Sometimes in small doses. Sometimes in five year stints.
That doesn’t mean some boys with really good aim haven’t used my heart as
target practice. That also doesn’t mean that we aren’t still beauties that just
need to sleep for a while until woken up by the right kiss.
That is some fluffy shit, I know. The truth is, I am 25
going on 15 and I don’t know if this will ever change. What I can tell you is
that some of my favorite women grew up wishing for a loving family and a humble
husband and some of my favorite women grew up wishing to be that mysterious woman
in a big hat prancing around Marseille. Neither fairytale is right. Neither
fairytale is wrong. It is all about the chapters that lead up to happily ever
after.
This is where your challenge comes in. Do me a favor, right
now. Take your definition of “happily ever after” and throw it out the nearest
window. Flush it down the nearest toilet. Go outside, open your arms wide and
lift your heart to the sky and make a promise that you will learn. to. Trust. Once
you’ve done this, you can stop following the yellow brick road and simply be, Happy.
Sometimes being happy means taking risks to feel a freedom in your heart. So there
you have it. Take a chance, you stupid hoe.
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