Countdown to 29 -- Part 2

I'm cultivating a new kind of joy as I countdown to 29 and I'm in major reflection mode. 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. [Read #1-4 here]

Indulge me, if you will:

5. Start taking dance classes again -- I have a BFA in Musical Theatre and I used to take 10 dance classes a week (ballet, tap, jazz, etc) in college. I was also in a dance company. But life happens. You get older. You do fewer shows than you used to. You fall out of it--your passion. I want to redirect some of my funds to at least 2 dance classes a month. I'll start with that goal and go from there.

6. Buy each of my friends 1 "just because" gift -- a token of appreciation that has nothing to do with their birthday or a holiday. Sometimes, it's great to surprise the people you love (and who love you) just because.

7. Decrease my drinking/drinking budget -- Listen, transparency is the key to facilitating breakthroughs. My vulnerability might be the catalyst for your healing. I drink too much, and I spend too much on drinking. I'm cutting my alcohol intake to twice a week. I'm going to figure out the days that work best for me. Also, my waistline will thank me (hello abs!!!).

8. Tell myself I'm effing gorgeous and courageous every morning before I leave the house -- Because this year got off to a rough start, I felt ugly for a long time. It wasn't until yesterday that I really found my light again. Affirming oneself is easier said than done. I'm going to paste the phrases "I am courageous" and "I am gorgeous" on my door so that when I exit my home, I'll always remember to affirm myself.

Stay tuned for 9-12!

Love y'all.

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