All Outta Blake Videos

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I am keeping another time zone. Just kidding; I can’t sleep. I don’t know what it is, but I am staring at the ceiling after a marathon of Blake Shelton interviews that failed to knock me out.

What is it about hormones in general that makes weird emotions just take possession of us? Why is that? WHAT POSSESSES US? Why are they so intense? They need to chill.

While watching said Blake videos, I laughed, I cried, I went through the whole range of emotions. (Mostly thanks to Ellen Degeneres). Sometimes, we just need that— some sort of trigger that allows us to just discharge everything we carry, whether good, bad, neutral. We need an outlet while the raging ocean within us calms itself. Hormones are meanies, and they are powerful like playground bullies that steal your hair ties straight out of your ponytail. (True story). They are a wave you learn to ride, but yes, there is an occasional wipeout.

They end up trapped inside and come bubbling out like a Coke when you drop a mentos in there (IYKYK). (Too many years at science camp— I know. I am revealing the level of nerd within me).

Sometimes, I find the whole rollercoaster of how they rise, fall and settle in, infuriating. It feels like a very inefficient detour. But my counselor always says we need to have grace for ourselves and allow ourselves to just be human. If it’s hard, let it be hard. If it’s delightful, be present in it and express it. (Etc., etc.)

So here we are. I have stacked a bunch of pillows, the AC fan is on, the moon is nowhere near my window (so I can’t blame her tonight), and my alarm clock is nearing 4 am. So here is your reminder to be patient with yourself. Have grace for yourself. As Dolly would say (I assume), do what is needed, and do it on purpose.

I would say goodnight, but it’s morning. So good morning. You better be sleeping. I am all outta Blake Shelton interviews. Hopefully soon, my eyes will decide to succumb to slumber. It has been a long night (said in an Oklahoma accent).