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 The day I turned 28 I invited freedom. It was as though for the first time in my life, I genuinely cared about myself and by this I mean, speaking up for myself, rooting for myself, not letting anyone's opinion dictate my choices and actions. The day I turned 28, I accepted me. Flaws and all. The 28th chapter is coming to an end and I'm reminiscing on a few things. good and bad and I hope you process some of these things with me. You ready ?   I went through my early twenties playing it safe. I was - still somehow am -very sheltered. A lot of things that I learned are either self taught or were done out of rebellion and that felt like freedom to me at the time. Freedom with little to no consequences because I didn't know better. Plus, I was too naïve. but when we fast forward to my late twenties, I realized that actions have consequences. Some serious ones at that. Twenty eight's freedom came with putting the puzzle pieces together. There were things I thought I knew ...

 " Everything is connected. Are you able to pinpoint where the connection happened?" - Gloria Mwange I find it quite entertaining when I come back to myself and can pinpoint where a connection happened.  I especially love when I realize how big or small an interaction was that taught me something I never knew and opened up a portal that leads me to an answer I've always had questions about.  Hey friend,  How have you been? have you drank you water today? LOL! Well, I did.  Lately, I've been positioned strategically to receiving answers to questions I've been asking for quite some time. I've been that annoying child to God who refuses to stop asking " why, when where and how?" until I get the answer that makes sense. Walk with me ... At the beginning of the year, I told myself that I will dive headfirst and take chances no matter what. I promised myself not to stop at the first NO but to keep knocking on doors until another one opened. So far, I have ...