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Countdown to 29 -- Part 6

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] [Read #9-12] [Read #13-16] [Read #17-20]

Indulge me, if you will:

21. Let my hair grow out -- Those who know me know that I haven't gone a year without cutting my hair since 2015. I just get scissor-happy every couple of months, but this year of life, I'm going to let it grow as I grow. I'm going to let it live as I live. Pray for me. lol

22. Throw out clothes with holes and stains -- listen, I hate shopping for clothes. I have so many tights, leggings, shirts, and jackets with small (and not so small) holes in them. Basically, I'm holy...lol I gotta do better. I'm bout to be 30. I can invest in some new leggings/jeggings. I can part with that favorite shirt that has the small bleach stains at the bottom. I can invest in a new winter coat that doesn't have a hole in the right sleeve. I can invest in more tank tops and blouses that fit comfortably. Hold me accountable.

23. Give away uncomfortable shoes -- I'm over blisters on my pinky toes and limping down 14th Street in boots that aggravate my bunions. I'm getting too old for that s**t. I've done a really good job at investing in comfortable shoes over the past year. Now it's the to give away the shoes that no longer suit me. Items I need: black dress flats, black/gray casual flats, gold flats/sneakers, red flats/sneakers. My bday is coming. Help a sista out. 

24. Get a real bed -- with a good mattress and a headboard. It's time.

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