Being a Yes person

A friend of mine is going to her senior prom this Saturday. Her date sent her roses last night. She txt'd me, uploaded a photo. She is beautiful and I wish her all the joys in the world.

I am going with her, riding in the limo with her even, this Saturday. We're taking pictures in Mission Hills. Going to dinner on the plaza. The limo will drop her and her friends and her date off at the prom and take the remainder of us back. I am amazed and humbled by being included in this experience. What is this life that throws such experiences my way? I just spent an hour on the internet looking for something to wear. . .

I think it's about saying yes. I know I just posted a blog a couple days ago about my need to say "no" every once in a while.... and that's true. But in general, I am a "yes" person. Do you want to come with me to meet two of my oldest friends in a bar? We'll drink beer and share stories that you won't know the background of, but it'll be fun... Yes! Do you want to meet me at Buffalo Wild Wings? I know we've only met maybe once or twice before you're a cool person and it'll be fun... Yes! Do you want to buy this Groupon for ziplining and it's outside of Columbia on this random day in the fall but I'm inviting a friend of mine and it'll be fun... Yes!

Do you want to... Yes!

I have most of my best experiences in life by saying "yes".

I think most people are "no" people. Especially past a certain age. And maybe saying no is mistaken for growing older. Growing more mature. No, we have kids and can't find a sitter. No, I have to work tomorrow. No, I've already gotten home and I don't want to leave...

It's 9:50 at night. I'm off work. The next day, I work at 6a. I have a missed call. I check my voicemail. He wants me to call him back. I do. . .  Then I have a decision to make. One choice will take me home and put me showered and ready in bed around 10:30. The other... well, we never quite know where the other leads, do we? Isn't that just it? The not knowing. The control we give up.

I made my choice.

I got two hours of sleep that night. And it was worth it.

I am a "yes" person after all. . .