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This morning some minor frustrations compounded,  sending the day off into a tailspin. The next thing I knew I was sitting in a taxi and wiping tears away from behind my glasses. ‘What is the matter with you?’ I asked myself earnestly, knowing fully well that work wasn’t what had me so upset. And there it was, a flood of an answer that had been pooling at the gates, just waiting for the opportunity to pour out. It’s grief. And disappointment. And accepting that every experience and opportunity that I expected for both, my personal and professional life during my 30th year has been thwarted.  When I’ve felt these feelings before I’ve pushed them down, because I truly have so much to be thankful for.  So many are hurting in ways that I’m not. It feels guilty to admit that some days I’m just not okay. But after I let myself accept that grief and mourning, I was able to see so many of you out there feeling it too. Folks doing their best to make the best of how things ...