Daily writing prompt
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
There was a time I call 29. It was roughly years 27-30, but 29 felt special. It felt like a beautiful culmination of the woman I had actively become in my 20s. I felt confident, secure, experienced, and still cute. I felt the chill in the air as I rounded the corner into 30, willingly and with acceptance, but still anticipating grief. I felt the call of my womb and my career. I stayed present in that phase as much as possible, soaking in the sense of self-worth that I’d worked on in therapy. The awareness that time would go on, that I would change, that life would be unrecognizable was there, and made it sweeter. 29 was lovely.
Bored to Death 