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The style I had ten years ago!

Ha! Oh gosh!
This is going to be the shortest blog entry ever.
Ten years ago I had no style.
I didn't know who I was, where I was going or anything.
It is too embarrassing to even reflect on.
But thanks for bringing that up!


Day 08 — Describe the style you had 10 years ago.

Day 09 — A photo you took.

Day 10 — Talk about a regret you have.

Day 11 — Share a story from your childhood.

Day 12 — Explain how you got one of your scars.

Day 13 — How do you think others view you?

Day 14 — Talk about the cuteness of your pets.

Day 15 — A poem you wrote.

Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly).

Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) that is your favorite.

Day 18 — Tell us about your best friend.

Day 19 — A talent of yours.

Day 20 — A hobby of yours.

Day 21 — A recipe.

Day 22 — Your deepest fear.

Day 23 — Write a love letter to yourself.

Day 24 — Reveal your most guilty pleasure.

Day 25 — If you have tattoos, show them. If not, talk about the tattoos you want or why you don't think they are right for you.

Day 26 — Talk about the last "random act of kindness" you encountered.

Day 27 — The last thing that made you cry.

Day 28 — Say something to your 15 year old self.

Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days.

Day 30 — Share what you have learned, if anything, about yourself in the last 30 days.


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