The memos I should have sent myself if I could see into the future...
Eat breakfast. You're cranky when you don't.
You will find a new apartment in a neighborhood you love, for not-insane rent, with touch of SF charm. You will have a few meltdowns until you do. Just know you'll make it.
It will be the hottest it has ever been in San Francisco and you will refuse to eat anything but ice cream. Appreciate the warmth. You'll have it for approximately 2 more days. Enjoy that ice cream.
You will finish a book and then start 3 more, and they will all be worth it. But don't stay up too late.
You'll drink a glass of wine and get a raging headache. You will hate being 30 for a few seconds. Then you'll realize it was probably just the cheap wine. Spend more money next time.
You will struggle because you thought you'd be somewhere else, doing something else, being someone else. But you are here. So be here. And just let things be uncomfortable.
You will show up to work and realize they painted the lobby bright blue--just like the dress you decided to wear. Everyone will comment on this. Own it.
You will join Intentional Blogging because you think it will be fun. You will wonder what the heck you've done. Yea, sooooo got nothin' for ya on that one.
It'll be official: you may now use 30 as the ultimate excuse. "I'm too old for this" never sounded so sweet.
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