Last month I turned 30 + 1 years old in New York. What did turning 30 do to me? I have never felt this good in my own skin, in my own head and in my own shoes. 30 years, in reality, is just a number and not a barometer of my life. Here are the 5 things I learned at 30:
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Read MoreDear [fatherless] daughter, Your life may never be the same again,The void your father left seems to grow bigger over time. You may not have had the best relationship with him,Yet you still find yourself begging him in your head to come back.
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