This year-end is not just the end of 2019. It is the end of a decade, the end of my 20s. Bring that shit on, because my 20s were an absolute dumpster fire. I got into a relationship I didn't want to be in, fucked up all of my career plans and everything else that followed. All because I had no boundaries. But I'm finally standing up for myself and the next decade is going to kick ass. Before I go on about my accomplishments for the year, I want to do some reflecting and be honest. I don't remember a lot of my early 20s simply from the traumas I went through including childbirth. Without looking at pictures of Summer or Isaiah as infants, I wouldn't remember their first two years at all. I was isolated and miserable. I missed out on so much and blamed it on other people because I let someone control me. I purchased a set of four ski passes to a resort that I lived less than 20 miles from in eastern Oregon and never got to go because I wasn't allowed to go. ...