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Life Changer

If you are my friend on Facebook or a follower on Twitter, you know I was pretty excited that this weekend happened. If you're not, I'm pretty jazzed that this weekend happened. The past year (at least the second half) was pretty incredible. I have a feeling that incredible is about to continue.

This past year, I did one thing I promised myself I'd never do. Now I know what your thinking, but it was certainly not anything bad. In fact, it turned out to be a great decision. A life changing one. As in one that changed my life.

Because of said decision, I met incredible people, I've done more things I didn't think I'd ever do, and, ultimately, I came out of my shell (YAAAAY CLICHES). It's because of this one decision that some amazing people came into my life and I stopped caring about people judging me as much. I'm finally the loud, obnoxious person I knew that I always was outside of my house.

So I want to thank y'all. Thank you for inspiring me, talking to me, listening to me, and pulling me off the stupid wall I was leaning on. Thanks for saying hi to me in the hallway and in public and for encouraging me. Without you, this year would not have been the same. This incredible weekend would not have been the same. I would not be the same. All of you have saved me from a life of hoarding and crazy cats and soap operas. I just thought about that, and it's scary, so now I'm even more grateful. Remember what you've done for me and keep doing it for other people.

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  1. We love you too. Glad you joined us. Go Bama!

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