Everything was setting up for the perfect enjoyment of a crisp October night. It was fall break, I had no worries (albeit momentarily), and I was about to see one of my favorite bands perform live. After a very booked week, I had almost forgotten about the Halloween treat I had been waiting for since school started and if it wasn’t for some minor obstacles, it would have been a nearly perfect night.
I guess I can be grateful that after an hour of searching for my hidden tickets in a sea of papers, I found them. And I guess I could also be grateful that despite being eons away from the galactic center of Hill Auditorium, it still felt as if I was floating peacefully above the action. And yet even more, I must be grateful that although I haphazardly forgot my glasses, the miniscule blurs down below swirled to create a larger, more pleasing image. Most of all, I am grateful for my courage to “not wilco” in a move of utter defiance at a most crucial moment (read more to find out why).