Dear Younger Me ~ The 7 Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me at 30
This is a letter I could not have received at thirty. Not because the words did not exist, but because the thirty-year-old I was would not have been able to hear them. Maybe you can. Maybe this is arriving at exactly the right moment. I hope it is. You are standing somewhere I recognise. Not the specific office, the specific city, the specific relationship or career or arrangement of daily life. Those are yours, not mine, and they look different on the outside in ways that matter. But the interior landscape, the particular combination of momentum and uncertainty you're moving through at thirty, that I recognise completely. You are capable enough to have achieved things worth achieving. Young enough to still feel, on certain mornings, that the real beginning has…





