30.

It's been a whole day, so I'm basically an expert at 30.

Here's what I know:

1. In your thirties, you get really thirsty. Hydration becomes key to your success in all aspects of life more than ever before. I know this to be true because suddenly my desk on any given day looks something like this:

2. You may have learned a lot in your 20's, but there are still many days ahead when you're going to ask yourself some version of what the eff did I do that for? Truth is, you only have to explain yourself to the people who hold your heart, and whose hearts you in turn deeply cherish. Everyone else can pretty much go to.....yea.

3. In your thirties, you'll sometimes still wake up with a fresh pimple on your forehead. This will make you think for a moment that perhaps your skin is more youthful than your age, so you should be oddly thankful for this pimple. You might even feel a bit smug: Ha! How cute am I? With this fresh forehead pimple helping me appear so much younger. Friends, do not be fooled. Because you will then lean in close to your mirror to apply fancy acne cream to the blemished area (you're 30, so you can spend more on things like blemish cream) and you will notice 2-3 new gray hairs have also appeared on your head overnight. This is, indeed, total bullshit. One or the other, I say -- either I am so youthful that I must struggle with teenaged zits, or I am transitioning to a golden time of upping the hours clocked in my hair colorists chair. One. Or. The. Other.

4. In order to change people's lives, you first gotta be willing to be changed. This one came to me the other day as I was thinking (read: worrying) about building up a coaching business, and it hit me right in the gut. Folks will only be ready for beautiful, positive, and vulnerable transformation and connection when you yourself show up ready for the same. *gulp* Let's do this.

5. It's not the quantity of friendships that will make life more full, but the quality of them. Choose good people who help make you good people. 

iPhones are good places to store these people...

 
love, love, love,

Trish