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Countdown to 29 -- Part 3

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] [Read #5-8]

Indulge me:

9.  Cook more -- yes, I know I said I wanted to take myself out on solo dates twice a month, but I also want to experiment in the kitchen more, not only to save money but to exercise my creativity in a different way. My stater goal is 2 homecooked meals a week (with leftovers, hopefully).

10. Buy a car -- I've been falling out of love with NYC over the past year. This is due to a bunch of factors. Let's just say, living in NYC is a constant fight that I don't want to do alone anymore. Having a car will facilitate my eventual relocation (even if it's to Westchester or Jersey).

11. Relocate -- this is loaded. I'm not sure where my career will lead me, but I'm pretty sure that once my apartment lease ends in January 2019, I won't be living in Harlem/Manhattan/NYC proper anymore. I'm praying for discernment in this process.

12. Secure a full-time job in ministry -- the last few items on the list are connected. I don't know where God is leading me but I'm ready to GET OUT and GO! I'm careful what I ask for because I don't wanna be sent to like Iowa or Kentucky...lol I'd stay in NYC if the right job came along. Otherwise, rescue me, God!

Stay tuned for 13-16, coming tomorrow!

Cheers

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