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Waving 25 goodbye

My 25th year on this earth has come to an end. As of two weeks ago, I stepped into 26 surrounded by people who have nothing but love and well wishes for me. There isn't much of a difference in 26; at least I haven't noticed it yet. Twenty-five was truly filled with so many lessons, some that I prepared for and some that knocked me on my ass.
Year 25 showed me that when you love something and someone you show them that by caring for yourself. I learned the importance of setting boundaries, saying no and doing things that make me happy. I had some bumps in twenty-five but nothing serious. Now here I am at twenty-six and I think this will be the year of challenges. This will be the year where I have to show that I can fearfully say no and set boundaries. Maybe this is my year of saying yes (to things that help me) and things that I don't usually do.

Whatever comes I'm ready for it and will do my best to learn from it.

These last two weeks have been super rough and I wreck my brain daily trying to figure out what I'm doing, if I am doing the right thing, blah, blah, blah.

Here I am pushing through. Trying to sit with myself, sit in my darkness as Brené Brown says. I hope that 26 is life-changing for me, in a great way.

26 here we go. Be good to me, help me grow.

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