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JUNE 24TH FOR THE 26TH TIME

"This year I turn 26, damn it seem it came so quick. My ass and legs have gotten thick." Those are words from the great Erykah Badu. I tweaked the age a little bit. Man, I can really relate to that line. If you didn`t know, I celebrated my 26th birthday on June 24, 2015.

Every birthday that I`ve ever had, I`ve looked forward to. I planned parties, organized trips, time off from work, etc. But this birthday was different. It didn`t feel the same this year. Usually, I`m anticipating the 24th. "What am I gonna wear?", "I need to loose some weight!", "I need home girl to take my shift!" Nope. Not this year. I was in the airport traveling for work because I. NEED. MONEY. I spent the months before planning new insurance and thinking about how I`m only 4 years away from 30. I can`t even click the 18-25 age group on job applications now. I`m starting to think about stability and stuff. All the bagels and sandwich breads are going to my hips. I`m attracted to dudes that wear blue tooth's and clip their phones to their belts. No I`m not that last line was a lie. Those men probably wear the powder on they chest too.

This year was all about investing in myself. What I would have spent on a trip out of town for my birthday, I took that and moved to L.A. to chase a dream. Touch your neighbor and say "growth" then ask your neighbor if they got ten dollars to loan me until I get paid next week.

-BRIT

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  1. 😎👏🏾👏🏾🎉🎂🎁

    I hope you enjoyed your bday in beautiful L.A.!!

    What'd ya do?? What'd ya do??

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