So….29.

Nothing truly remarkable, earth-shattering, mind-boggling about that. It just leads me one year closer to another decade.

What has become of me during my 20s? I gave birth to two kids, packed on another me, weight-wise, got married, finished two degrees and here I am…doing absolutely nothing. I need more than an anti-wrinkle cream to bring back the old me. I need a makeover, literally and figuratively. The strange thing is, I do not even want the old me back. I guess I need to discover what new “me” I want to be. My bucketlist to 30 begins.

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