That's right: 25.
I'm another year older and none the wiser.
But for the first time ever I'm okay with not having it all figured out and planned. I like not knowing where I'm going to be at 25.5, 26, 27. This limbo is feeling pretty good right now. I am getting used to confusion and fear.
I like this place...and will willingly waste my time in it.
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