I have one more year left in my twenties. Some might say I'm a young spring chicken with barely any life under my belt (but we don't wear belts anymore, thank you, high-waisted jeans!). That's not untrue. I am pretty young in the grand scheme of things, but as I consider the seasons that have swooped me up like a tornado and dropped me off at the doorstep of change and transformation, I'm well aware of the ways I've had to prune, shed, and say goodbye to the layers, mechanisms, behaviors, attitudes, and beliefs that don't serve me anymore. And the ability to do that, I would say, is a timeless gift.
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