Change!

Things kept on changing, me, myself, and I included.

One advantage there was to it: As the years mounted up, my fears and inhibitions decreased likewise. Who knew what the next year would bring? Perhaps just this: the fulfillment of a few dreams, as old as my life itself. Which wasn't very old, granted. Yet, twenty-eight years sounded like a serious chunk of time to me. Of course, I hadn't turned thirty yet. Thankfully, two more years to go.

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