Tomorrow I turn thirty-five. I only have two silver hairs on my head and I think they're lovely. My wrinkles - they're laugh lines and they make me smile. My body? It's mine and we love and understand each other.
Something big is about to happen. I can feel it coursing through my veins. It's electric. I'm excited. I'm moving. Something. Somewhere. I'm starting a new chapter. I'm healing old wounds and it's easy. And, it's actually fucking enjoyable. I feel light and free and open. And ready. I'm ready.
Tomorrow, the door opens, and I welcome in the joy, wealth, adventure and love that's waiting on the other side.
Well, hello there. I've been expecting you!
WHAT???? Moving? OR you are wanting to move??? what up?
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