The Finale: Good-Bye 20s Part I

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Jan. 18, 2015 (30th Birthday) in San Francisco, CA

Kicking and screaming is how I imagined leaving my twenties. I turned twenty-one four times and twenty-five twice. Celebrating twenty-nine umpteen times seemed imminent.

On Instagram I overused #twentysomething in attempt to suck twenty-something dry. Why though? Is being twenty-something really that great?

Let’s take a brief tour through my twenties. Short, petite, fresh-faced, naive, smarter than most people I knew, and mature for my age… that’s how I entered my twenties. I knew everything, thus ready to take the world by storm. The motto: Can’t tell me nothing!

At twenty-two, I rented a fire engine-red convertible mustang for my birthday extravaganza that rolled Thursday thru Monday. Yolo! I spent a day or two shopping with my brother and then bestie. More than thirty people celebrated with me on Saturday at my dinner party. My costume for the dinner included: Tri-color hair, this (Bebe), that (Juicy Couture), and the other (Hudson). Total cost for the costume? More than $350. Feeling like a baller? Priceless.

The early years were filled with more poor choices that equaled a boatload of mistakes including: losing myself, insecurity, financial ruin, heart-break, depression. My confidence went from 100 to 0 real quick! Unaware, I entered the mid-twenties disheveled, lost, bent, and almost broken. “Single Black female addicted to retail, and well…” I lived that retro Kanye music, like All Falls Down.

As the twenties flew by, I learned that I knew almost nothing I thought I knew. If you’re not there yet, just wait on it. Unlearning a relearning is easier said than done, but so necessary. If we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change. That’s one of my all-time fave quotes.

My life begged for change. The last quarter of my twenties a light bulb came on and I began saying farewell to people, things, and [insert noun] that I allowed to disturb my happiness and stunt my growth. I chucked up the deuces to people before then, but it rarely included forgiveness. Forgiving others and ourselves is necessary to move forward. Listen to Get it Together by India Arie to get a better understanding of this chapter.

To be continued…

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Travel: Epic Vegas Trip at 30

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Two handfuls of visits and twenty-nine years of living as neighbors, can you believe I never “experienced” Vegas?

Strolling the Vegas Strip sober with family, trotting through the club to wrangle talent for red carpet photos, and professionally greeting guests at a registration table does not qualify as experiencing Vegas.

Indulging in crazy Vegas trip(s) is done in your twenties, right? Not for me. I’m extraordinary. My first Vegas experience happened five days after crossing the border to thirty.

Cue Beyonce’s 7/11. Vegas at thirty included: accidental kidnapping by valet, bath tubs posing as refrigerated alcohol storage centers, lost luggage, discovering hotel-rented scooter chairs, over-intoxicated and undernourished friends spazzing out, burning balls (feet) trudging through the club, recorded videos singing chants from the college days, seducing mannequins, seemingly choreographed routines (grand entrances) to Jay Z music, endless jokes, laughs for days, and “spinning while my hands up.”

Below see photos from my crazy, entertaining and epic Vegas trip. Click images to enlarge.

Thanks for reading.

Hugs,

Roshell

San Francisco for the BIG three-oh

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On Sunday, I turned 30. Happy Birthday to me! In celebration of the three-oh milestone I traveled. Saturday through Monday I explored San Francisco with one of my best friends.

The city is filled with delicious food. Like a glutton, I stuffed my belly with layer upon layer of food. We stayed in Nob Hill, so we basically hiked through San Francisco, this warranted overeating .

Via LinkedIn, I connected with a sales manager at the Fairmont San Francisco. She emails me rate promotions periodically. I reached out and asked for a promo rate for my travels dates. Boom! Ask and thou shalt receive.

The sales manager and her assistant were super sweet. A welcome package (card, fruit bowl, and Evian) greeted me in the room.

As for my flight, I paid $141 round-trip. Virgin America offers flight sales frequently. In October, I booked my flight for January with a promo.

See San Francisco in pictures. Click images to enlarge.

Thanks for reading.

Hugs,

Roshell