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Countdown to 29 -- Part 1

On vacation and I'm cultivating a new kind of joy. I turn 29 in 12 days and I'm in major reflection mode. What have I learned these past 29 years? How am I going to press forward as I prepare for a new decade of life? What are my true dreams and goals? How can I learn to live my best life again? How can I be made whole?

2018 has been trecherous--I mean, the absolute worst year...and we're only 81 days in! Whew! But I still have 284 days left to turn this boat around. For my 29th year, I'm creating a new bucket list of the 29 things I'd like to accomplish in the 365 days before my 30th birthday. I'll be listing 4 a day for the next week.

Indulge me, if you will:

1. Date myself twice a month--I'm talking full on dinner and a movie or a solo day trip to a winery...something a lil more sophisticated than ordering seamless as I sit naked on my couch 😏 (but that's so much fun πŸ™ƒ !)

2. Travel Abroad -- I haven't been outta the country in over a year. My passport is rolling it's eyes. My short list includes: Spain, Italy, Montreal, and Morrocco.

3. Travel Domestically -- I'd like to take a solo trip to a part of the USA I haven't been to. I've made it to 30+ states. My short list includes: Chicago, IL, Raleigh/Durham/Charlotte, NC, and Seattle, WA.

4. Pay off my credit card debt -- listen, student loan debt is just gonna have to be a thing in my life for while, but I can pay this credit card off once I start working full-time (hopefully) in September. My debt isn't outlandish, but I'd certainly like to be in a financially healthier place.

Stay tuned for #5-8 tomorrow!



Love to you and yours and 
Happy Spring!

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