If you offered me 30 again, I wouldn’t take it. Not if it meant giving back everything the years since have given me. I’d have to give back Ryan. The life we built together. Austin, the greatest city in the world (I said what I said). The business I built and the privilege of doing work I genuinely love. The books I wrote. The clients I’ve coached and the people whose lives have changed mine in return. The friendships that became family. My cats. And perhaps most importantly, I’d have to give back the woman I became along the way. The woman who trusts herself more. Who knows what matters and what doesn’t. Who has made enough mistakes to know which ones she never needs to make again. Who is far less interested in proving, performing, pleasing or holding onto something simply because it looks good from the outside. When I thought about turning 50, I initially saw what I was leaving behind. Then I realized how much I would have to lose to go back. So, no. You could not pa...