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the braver choice

In October, I applied for an apartment in Charleston, South Carolina — a move a long time coming.

Three and a half weeks later, I got the email I’d been hoping and praying for for months — my application was approved and I could put a Charleston move date on the calendar.

Except, two days prior… I’d decided I wasn’t moving to Charleston anymore.

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on turning 29.

I am officially less than a year from turning 30.

The countdown clock began a little less than a week ago when I turned 29 on a relatively quiet Thursday because the truth is that it's hard to celebrate your birthday on your birthday when it's in the middle of the week.

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a mid-year reflection

Even though it happens every year, it's still a little bit crazy to me how fast time seems to fly by. I feel like I blinked and here we are, halfway through the year already, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I don't know if it's just a side effect of a fast-moving, instantaneous culture, of getting older — because the more time you spend on earth, the smaller percentage each year becomes of your total life — or something completely different, but time really feels like it has flown.

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when you don't fit into a box

If you know me personally, and possibly even just through the internet, you know that I can be a little bit all over the place.

I'm known for starting goodness knows how many projects, sticking with some of them, dropping others, and constantly evaluating if the latest "oooh, shiny!" idea is something I should actually pursue or just leave be.

In an age of specialists and "finding your niche" and being told to pick one thing, focus on it, and become an expert at it, I've never quite felt like I fit in because the idea of specializing, picking just one thing, and choosing a niche sounds terribly boring to me.

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on turning 28

Last week, I turned 28.

I am now solidly in my late-20s, which feels a little bizarre. In the grand scheme of things, I know I'm not really that old, but when kids you babysat are going to college and your knee yells at you almost every time you workout, it's hard to not feel your age.

On Friday night, I went out to dinner with a few girlfriends for a low-key celebration. We talked about work and life and marriage, joked about my status as the rebel child of my family amidst discussions of my newly acquired nose-piercing and upcoming visit to the tattoo parlor. We ate steak and melt-in-your mouth rolls and all took turns sharing a flourless chocolate waffle with "happy birthday" gorgeous scripted in melted chocolate on the plate.

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