SidenoteCal

Every once in a {great} while I get hit with the feeling that it's just time to let go. Move on. Sweep up the pieces and toss them away instead of trying to glue them back together. Because really? I hate glue. It gets all over your fingers and makes it look like your skin is peeling off. Gross. And absolutely relevant here, too.

The other day it slammed me while I was sitting in a dressing room, a pile of clothes by my side. I started crying, frozen in the middle of pulling a shirt off the hanger. But as soon as I told myself, It's ok. It's time. It'll be alright, a song popped into my head and I knew I really meant it this time.

No more flimsy excuses. Just a deep breath and...

"I think to myself
It's a beautiful night
And I know everything is gonna be alright
Yes, now I know it'll be alright"