By Kelsie Bowler
As I write this, I am facing the harsh reality that tonight is the final chance to see One Direction on their stadium tour. I spent forty-three minutes this morning preparing myself for what I know will be a social media overload from those in a financial standing to go. Then I got restless, leading me to write this in an attempt to distract from my ultimate FOMO induced demise.
I got thinking, though, and it crossed my mind that I didn't mind so much. One year ago I would not have been able to handle this torture, seeing others bask in the glory of a boy-band has delighted my teenage fantasies for years. Especially tantalizing is the fact that of all the Instagrams posted from the concert, mine would have stood out like a shining star. A little over a year ago I did go see them. Easily (one of) the best days of my LIFE (#truelife). So why am I so content with not attending? The main reason is could probably be attributed to the severe lack of funds in my bank account, but instead I am going to refer to it as something far more eloquent: character development.
On Friday I only had a short moment to get ready in the morning, leaving me feeling justified in wearing a sub-par outfit (I was tired and I am in college and I felt a bit obligated to do it). The funny thing is that the outfit that I put on in a hurry was an outfit that I would have thought was fantastic a mere 12 months ago.
Because of this, today is going to be in memory of the Kelsie of a year ago. Cheers to the Kelsie that was obsessed with stripes and polka dots coming together in an outfit that didn’t actually provide that much interest, but thinking it was fashionable; to the Kelsie that couldn’t make a new friend for the life of her. Here’s to the Kelsie that didn’t really know what she wanted to do with her life except have a really full pantry. Cheers to the Kelsie that went to One Direction because she couldn't not at that moment. AND MOSTLY, here’s to you guys. LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE ALL COME!