There comes a point in life where you assume you’ve learned the major lessons. You’ve survived bad perms, heartbreaks, friendship implosions, jobs that aged you permanently, men who communicate exclusively through silence, and at least one phase where you thought acid-wash jeans and neon leg-warmers were a good idea.
You think “Surely now I get to coast.”
Apparently not. Because this year felt like the universe handed me a group project called Unexpected Personal Growth and despite repeatedly saying, “No thanks, I’ve already suffered enough for the curriculum,” I was enrolled anyway.
So in honor of another rotation around the sun, or as a friend of mine describes it, the anniversary of my epic vaginal descent, here are the lessons I’ve learned, relearned, ignored, relearned again, and may still completely fail to apply in real time.
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