Boss

A last single teardrop squeezed out of her eyelid and rolled down onto her chin. She wiped the fat teardrop off with her index finger and decided it was time to take action. She was the author of her story; she was the one who was going to decide whether she was going to have an amazing life or a draining one. She decided to accept all of the bad things that had happened to her in the past, store them in a box, and look forward. The future looked brighter. And she realized that it was going to be brighter because she was going to make sure that it was. She slipped on her favorite pair of fuzzy pink slippers and pulled her blonde hair back. She put her favorite music on and danced until her feet hurt and her voice drifted away. Life is good, as a matter a fact, life is great. And she decided that she was going to be the boss of how she felt and how any of her days would go by from now on.