“Hold my Fucking Beer”

My body was numb as I gazed out my bedroom window at the tall, forested trees, leaves whipped furiously through the backyard. With the storm brewing outside, one could say it was a sign to stay in the silence.

However, as I let out a long sigh, I’ve never been good at keeping quiet when my insides are screaming to be let free. The rebellious, unapologetically bold, red, messy haired woman in me felt a flicker stir and thought otherwise.

A whisper from my crimson lips spoke the words that would change everything.
“I want to feel. I want to feel everything.” Then louder, I repeated, “I want to feel. I want to feel everything!”

I pleaded desperately. In plain ass words, I really could have been more specific. Because when one says “everything”… brace yourself.

The universe answered almost immediately: “You want to feel everything? Hold my fucking beer.”