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My 30th birthday gift arrived in the mail today. It came to me sealed in a thick envelope. When I opened it, the contents read:

Intuition

I framed it and had it placed visibly on the wall of my consciousness.

Today, on May Day, I celebrate 30 years of wisdom. 30 years on this earth. 30 years of highs, lows and all of the lessons that have fallen in between.

The 20s have been significant for me. It was the era where I lived independently and on my own for the first time. It was the era where I questioned God and found answers within myself. It was the era where I learned to define my life on its own terms and under my own rules.

It is the era where I began to allow my intuition to guide me.

For the past few years, it had been a fluid like substance, shifting and reshaping; disappearing and replenishing. Admittedly, I didn’t always listen to it. I would often doubt its accuracy. How could that twinge in my gut be so incredibly precise? How was I was able to read people and circumstances in such a strong way? How was I able to just know? The answer? Intuition.

Some people dread birthdays, but this is one I’ve been looking forward to. What will this era bring? What fabulous people will I meet? What will my world look like after the end of this decade? I approach this new age with a great sense of hope and excitement. Whatever life brings I know that my intuition will guide me. I know that it has been vetted. I know that I can trust in it. At 30, it comes to me still in its infancy, but substantially developed. For me, it is the most powerful weapon in my arsenal and the highest card in my deck.

Here’s to 30!