Something happened last month.  It was so monumental that it has taken me almost two months to write about it: I turned 30. I have never really had any hangups about my age since I have always possessed an old soul. I am fully aware of my biological clock’s incessant tick tock. However I only notice it as it pertains to my personal accomplishments. So many dreams. So many wasted moments that I initially viewed as investments. Those are the things that marked my 20s. Sincerely hoping my 30s are so much more fruitful.

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