Tag Archives: being 30

On Writing My First Novel

Writing is a trip. A trip to heaven or a trip to hell is solely dependent on the mood you find yourself in at any particular moment.  I’ve been cranking out words for the past week so I can start … Continue reading

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What I Wish All Women Knew…And Understood

I want to speak to the person, particularly woman, who wants to carve her own way. You don’t have to identify as feminist. You don’t have to be a rebel. You don’t even have to have a type A personality … Continue reading

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Ninja’s And Mirrors

A while back I wrote a post about my forgetting how to dream. It may not sound as frightful as I’d written it to be however as an entrepreneur and as a person who believes thoroughly in living my best … Continue reading

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Open Doors

India Aries song SoulBird Rise begins and ends with the words: I believe in open doors. It’s taken me a year of having that album and listening to it often to understand what those words truly mean. I’ve always considered … Continue reading

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30 Life Lessons From 30 Years

I bumped into this post in September of last year. I was heading towards my Dirrty 30’s and wanted to see how far along I was on the Lesson Log. I had made it half way 🙂 Running into it … Continue reading

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Letter To My Future Wife

Today I have no idea who you are or when you are coming. I dream of it though, and imagine how wonderful it will be. I have been extremely patient waiting for you. This is a trait I promise to … Continue reading

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Transcending The Bullshit

Thirty year olds have always fascinated me. I remember how I used to eyeball them at functions as a teen while stuck in the kitchen with my cousins or friends doing chores or catering to guests.  The women were a … Continue reading

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