I wish that every day of my life could be like this past Saturday: Sun, punctuated by pointless rain showers and occasional trips inside to continue hydrating and eating.

The more I think about it, my life is like this past Saturday.

I stay optimistic like sunshine, and then some pointless rain showers come to give me a hard time. The thing about these pointless rain showers is just that. They are pointless. I think a lot of you can figure out what I'm saying, no matter how cryptically I'm putting it. I think that sometimes you need a little bit of rain in your life to make you realize how good you have it when it's sunny out. Sometimes that rain comes in the middle of the night in the form of a lapse of judgement, and sometimes you wake up to rainbows and blossoming flowers and all that good stuff. I think that with the flowers and everything nice, you realize that life isn't as hectic as you once thought it was. Maybe all of my problems have been resolved within the past week and it's not possible to be as stressed as I once was. Or maybe it's because I'm a little over a week away from summer and haven't let it hit me yet.

Regardless, my life is like Saturday because I can drag my ass out of bed to get my shit done and have a damn good time. I dance on top of the stage that is my life, and I throw myself into crowds of people like it's my job. Most importantly, I have some of the best friends in the world standing right there with me.