Poem: One…Two…Three…Jump

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Safe job.
Security.
Safe relationship.
Marriage at a certain age.
Kids at a certain age.
A predictable bedtime.
A life with no color.

No more dance mobs.
Maturity.
No more 5 a.m. sunrise parties.
No more sleeping on the beach.
A 9 p.m. bedtime.
A life with no pizazz.

Remember to make the changes in your life, you have to be okay to take risks. So many people think life is supposed to go a certain way. Your life goes the way you allow it to go. You did nothing wrong. Stop blaming yourself. Stop living your life for your parents and stop living “safe.” You got this! Now get out there and kick ass!

Hugs and Smiles,
Nicole