Yup, I'm The 'YES!' Girl And I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way

Yup, I'm The 'YES!' Girl And I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way

Creating a new reality with three letters.

I am young, I am an overachiever, and at most times I am defined as a workaholic. Most people see it as a threat and think of the term “Try hard,” while others think of it as the girl who gets taken advantage of for being a YES girl. This is a term I derived from the movie "Yes Man" starring Jim Carrey as a man who always said no and then was forced to say yes to literally everything which began the concept of how easy it is to say ‘no’ but saying yes can’t always be the right answer.

Personally, "no" is the last word that pops into my head when I have an opportunity in front of me.

I see every moment as a position to learn, to grow, and to excel in whatever I may set my mind to, and I would much rather find ways to help others in my free time rather than sit in front of the TV while binge-watching "Gossip Girl" on Netflix for the 100th time, it’s a guilty pleasure. My point is, I like to stay busy and the easiest way to do so is be everyone’s go-to gal.

Sleep deprivation is the 2018 look and I can say with utmost certainty that I have mastered the concept without fail, allowing room for its fair share of complaints. I know, it isn’t healthy, I am only hurting myself, yada yada yada, but have you ever stopped and thought about how many things you want to do, but you somehow just never have the time or the energy? Traveling and seeing the world, not on a desktop but through my own eyes. Being in charge of your own day rather than following a structured corporate schedule.

We create this bubble which embodies our emotions, finances, and sustainability to well… live.

The idea that this bubble will pop leads to these catastrophic images in our minds that the whole world will fall apart if I don’t continue the exact routine in the exact way we envisioned. Here is a hint which is going to sound totally crazy, but just hear me out. You can live your life with a few risks. You can change your routine. You can be successful AND help others around you. I told you it is crazy, but it is inches from your grasp if you are willing to grab it.

What frustrates me more than anything are the people who are capable of greatness who just throw their lives away.

They accept greed and abuse the system to get the easy way out, then complain when things fall through. I grew up hearing the phrase “do what you love, and you will never work a day in your life” through one ear and, “You work hard the first 20 years, so you never have to work again” through my other ear. Now I understand both sides of this argument and could defend either one but growing up with that leads to a very confusing evolution on who I really wanted to be.

It was an identity crisis of sorts and personally, I caught it leading into high school.

I always envisioned my life as the girl with the big house, great career, and a "Little House on the Prairie" family. Of course, anyone growing up in this century understands that that isn’t the goal anymore. The goal in today’s society is to be happy rather than wealthy. Happiness has become a vaccine of sorts where people have to have it prescribed in a bottle rather than actually experiencing it in action.

Anti-depressants are the “happy pills” that some people have adapted to take on a regular basis, so they don’t have to deal with reality. It’s a blindfold to seeing the world around you which is how anxiety, depression, and hypochondriacs are popping out of every corner.

It isn’t about a prescription anymore, it is about how people see themselves, and when more people begin taking on more challenges and breaking that sacred bubble which, they have built up, they start to see live in a whole new perspective and create their own realities with the three-letter word that starts it all. YES.

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When You Make A Girl An Aunt, You Change Her World In All The Best Ways

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest girl in the world.


My brother and his wife recently blessed our family with the sweetest bundle of joy on planet earth. OK, I may be a little bias but I believe it to be completely true. I have never been baby crazy, but this sweet-cheeked angel is the only exception. I am at an age where I do not want children yet, but being able to love on my nephew like he is my own is so satisfying.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a very protective person.

From making sure the car seat is strapped in properly before every trip, to watching baby boy breathe while he sleeps, you'll never meet someone, besides mommy and daddy of course, who is more concerned with the safety of that little person than me.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her a miniature best friend.

There is something about an aunt that is so fun. An aunt is a person you go to when you think you're in trouble or when you want something mom and dad said you couldn't have. An aunt is someone who takes you to get ice cream and play in the park to cool down after having a temper tantrum. I can't wait to be the one he runs to.

When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

Being an aunt means you get to be fun. Not to say I wouldn't correct my nephew if he were behaving poorly, but for the most part, I get to giggle and play and leave the hard stuff for my brother.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

By the time my nephew needs advice, hopefully, I will have all of my life lessons perfected into relatable stories.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

Anything you do in life sweet boy, I will be cheering you on. I already know you are going to do great things.

When you make a girl an aunt, she learns what true love is.

The love I have for my nephew is so pure. Its the love that is just there. I don't have to choose to show love every day, I don't have to forgive, I don't have to worry if it is reciprocated, it is just there.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest person in the world.

I cannot wait to watch my precious nephew grow into the amazing person that I know he is going to be.

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I Wonder If You'd Be Proud of Me

Or if you even think of me at all.


I wonder if you'd be proud of me.

My first thought when I wake up in the morning is whether or not you still think of me. I think about if I am wearing the right outfit if I were to see you that day. I think about if I am saying the right thing for you to want to want me again.

Throughout my day, I think about whether or not you're happy. I wonder if the feeling in my heart of missing who I thought you were is making its way to you. Sometimes I think about what I did to make you hate me as much as you do.

Sometimes when things get really hard, I think about picking up the phone to call you. Time keeps passing from the last time I saw you and during that time I've painted a picture of you that would probably only disappoint me in the end. Your phone number still sits in my phone and I go to your contact, wanting to call, but knowing that at the other end is not the person I used to know.

I wonder if you watch me. I wonder if the posts I make, pictures I post, and articles I write are viewed by you and whether or not you care to even search my name. I wonder if you ask people about me or if you care to know the person I am today.

Without you, I have changed. It has been two years and though time will only continue moving on without you, I wonder what would have happened if I didn't make the choices I made to make you react in the way you have.

When the sun shines bright on the flowers blooming around campus, I think of your jokes and sarcastic wit. When the rain pours from the sky and keeps me imprisoned within the walls of a building, I think of ways I felt imprisoned by you. When clouds form shapes in the sky that I can make stories out of, I think of the way life could've been.

Sometimes I write to you. They are the letters I can never send because I have to remind myself that though we knew each other once, you do not know me anymore. The picture in my mind of who you are now is someone who'd love me with open arms, but I know that there's no truth in that. It's only my wishful thinking out to break my heart once more.

I wonder if you hear me when I try talking to you. I wonder if the words I tell God are making their way to you as you go on living the life we always talked about when times get tough. I wonder if you're talking to God about me.

As I watch the sunset, I think about the last moment I was with you. As that chapter ended, I was only wishfully thinking that walking away would save me from further pain. In the end, I don't know about how life would've been different had it not happened.

When my picture of you gets too bright and I share it with others, I am reminded of reality. The screaming, crying, pushing, shoving, and hitting touches my skin once more in the form of flashbacks that push me further down into the depths of a depression. I am reminded of the hundreds of suicidal thoughts and letters that I've written once before.

No matter what, my heart still yearns for a hug. A hug where I can bury myself into your body and feel safe. A hug where I forget every worry in my mind and focus solely on the love.

I wonder if you'd still love me if I changed myself to be the person you've always wanted me to be. I wonder if you'd forgive me for walking away, even if it was for me to change to be a better person. I wonder if you'll ever even read this.

Days like today, I want to go back in time. I sit on the benches around campus and look up at the sky, down at the cars passing by, and listen to life move on all around me as I remain stuck. I hear people talking, see them laughing, and wonder if there's any way I could one day feel as alive as they do.

The truth is that I was never enough for you. No matter how much I changed, kept notes of what you liked so I could be like that, or just kept my head down and moved silently, nothing was ever enough.

No matter what, though, I still yearn to be loved in the way that I picture you should've loved me. Closure does not exist. You were the ones who were supposed to hold me down. But now I am nothing to you...I was always nothing to you.

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