I’ll be honest y’all, 35 did not come gentle. It came raw, and loud with muddy boots and a magnifying glass, amplifying all the things I was afraid of, regretted, or had shame about. And for that reason, I was not excited about this birthday. Indeed, there was a part of me that kind of dreaded it. To compensate for the dread, I resolved to plan a huge party- charity event-a gala- you know something that would go down in history as this epic moment in time. It was a great idea, but even more than that, it was a distraction. Something to keep me from looking at what I had allowed myself to become: a stranger in my own life… World Stop! On January 1, 2017, I stepped on the scale and weighed 198

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