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Twenty-Eighteen, Baby

I feel different. How about you? Twenty-seventeen was a jarring blur most of the time. It was a year of grand opportunities resulting in grand failures that rocked me to my core. Life lessons burst[ed] (is that a word?) forth like flowers blooming in one of those time-lapse videos. If my life last year were… Continue reading Twenty-Eighteen, Baby