I was DEAD serious about throwing out my entire 20s. It’s only a month into my 30s but I’ve been purging like I’m being required to. It could be because I’ve been wasting my workdays (since we ain’t doing shit) watching cleaning marathons on YouTube, or all these emotions that I keep feeling that I may just be ready to finally let go.
Before I start, little inside family joke that my sisters and I use to laugh about the once unlaughable (not a word) moments with my brother and the relationship he has with our mother, we always start our FaceTime group conferences with yelling “Trigger Warning”.
Here goes…..
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I created this post about 10 different times between my laptop and the notes section in my iPhone. Trying to be as transparent as possible without getting into the semantics I started to type about. All the love, loss, grief, sorrow, sadness, the things not easily forgettable about my twenties. You know, the hard lessons that still come up every few years that you need to teach yourself how to cope with based on the new you? Yeah that kind of stuff. 
I woke up before my alarm went off, made the bed, had my tea ready, put my clothes that were hung on the drying rack away, managed to get dress, and out the door before 7:55 AM. This was an unusual morning because I snooze until 7:00 AM and out the door by 8:31 AM. 