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I don’t know when it struck me–the profound sense of peace. It washed over me like rain on a hot summer afternoon and reminded me that the smaller things in life are what it’s all about. Forget the dramatics and the grief, the huge move and the final severance. It’s happened. It’s over. I’m a better person for it.

Now it’s about everything else. It is about waking up in the morning and looking forward to living that day. It is about going to the grocery store in your pajamas and finding good avocadoes. It is about enjoying using said avocadoes to make guacamole, squishing their oily green goodness between your fingers and licking them when you’re done. It is about sitting with your friends and ruining frayed knot jokes by trying to include “Jewish priests.”

Sometime this weekend, I let go of the nostalgia. I stopped remembering–or trying to remember–and just took some time to live. I opened my proverbial wings and let life breathe some wind into them. We are young and beautiful and free and so fucking alive. It takes awhile to wake up from it all, to break down the long-established barriers and just let yourself go. You are only 21 years, 329 days, and 5 hours old once. Wake up and live, asshole.

To all of you that made it work–you know who you are–thank you. It may seem small and trifling on the surface, but it’s all about the small stuff. The guac. The friends. The experience. The now.