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Who i am.

29 years. To some, it is just a smidgen’ of life. To others, a LOT of life. Close to 30. Or just a young chickie (as my Pepaw would say. In my 29th year, soul searching has lingered quietly yet noticeably within me. Who am I? And not just the Quarter Life Crisis kind of question, “Who am I?” But who am I, REALLY? Beneath the social part of me, beneath the close friendships part of me, beneath the marriage part of me, beneath the when I am all alone part of me…the core of me. The deepest most untouched yet most influential part of me. This is a scary and real place. One that beckons me to meet. One that hauntingly is always there beneath every action.

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