Saturday night, I went to a concert. Alone.
This was an artist that I’ve been wanting to see for a while. The one whose music has been my emotional support playlist recently.
There was no elaborate plan. No group chat coordination. No “who’s driving?” drama. Just me, my desire, and one bold decision: I’m going.
My body was like: YES, QUEEN.
My brain was like: Excuse me, ma’am… have you considered staying home instead?
“You’re tired. It’s been a busy week.”
“You have a paper due.”
“Isn’t it weird to go alone?”
“What if you just…didn’t?”
I almost fell for it. I almost let my inner fun-sucking hall monitor win.
But then I thought: “nah, eff that dude.”
If I want something, why am I waiting around for the Permission Fairy to tap me on the shoulder?
I got ready and felt my best. I bought myself merch (which I’d never let myself splurge on before). I grabbed all the concessions I wanted so I could be comfortable, fed, and hydrated.
And then, I lost my absolute mind in the best way possible.
I screamed every lyric like I wrote it myself. I danced like all my joints were on vacation. I sat down guilt-free when I needed a breather. I took photos. I made memories. I felt free.
Because that’s what happens when you stop waiting for company, approval, or a perfect moment and just say yes to yourself.
Best. Night. Ever.
So here’s your reminder:
Want something? Claim it.
Even if you have to go alone.
No one is coming to live your dreams for you. That’s your job. And honestly? You’re very qualified for it. 👑