I don’t really know if that is a milestone. But I got to start my day with an in person chat with a bestie today and it has made the whole day amazing.

There is something about chatting with a friend — covering a zillion topics at once, having different opinions but still somehow agreeing — that just recharges you.

Last year we were in Chicago, the year before that was Paris. So Utah isn’t quite as exciting. But I did get to meet sweet Olivia. She wasn’t a huge fan of the puppy. But we will work on that.

Have you seen Glamour’s list of “30 Things Every Woman Should Have and Should Know by the Time She’s 30?”

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It’s a list that’s been passed around for over 10 years, but Glamour just revived it by creating a book. There are essays from all sorts — Maya Angelou, Rachel Zoe, Taylor Swift and Katie Couric. I haven’t read the book, but as a gal who’s officially entered her late 20s, the list resonates. I’m learning these things. And they are some of the more important life lessons of womanhood. Or peoplehood.

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See the full list — but these are my favorites:

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By 30 you should have:

• A purse, a suitcase, and an umbrella you’re not ashamed to be seen carrying.
• The realization that you are actually going to have an old age — and some money set aside to help fund it.
• An email address, a voice mailbox, and a bank account — all of which nobody has access to but you. (No couple emails. Or couple facebook accounts.)

By 30 you should know:

• How to quit a job, break up with a man and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
• When to try harder and when to walk away. (Dude, when you’ve been there, you so get this.)
• The names of the secretary of state, your great-grandmothers, and the best tailor in town.
• How to live alone, even if you don’t like to.
• Where to go — be it your best friend’s kitchen table or a yoga mat — when your soul needs soothing.

Honestly? It’s hard not to just paste them all.

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I think of what I would tell my 20 year-old self. I was a college grad at 20. I knew nothing. I would encourage that girl to dream. To stay single longer (I love the hubs, but we didn’t need to get married at 22). To be more adventurous. To travel like crazy. To keep running, because once you stop, you will never go back.

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I’ve done a lot of those things — and I’m on the path to check off everything on the list. Which is awesome. Couldn’t do it without my amazing support system of family though.

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By the way — if you are a blogger in Utah, or if you know a blogger in Utah, I think you should join this blogger group I created for work. It’s to look for people who have voices in the community. Request to join. And we’ll have fun.

Spending an entire day with my family is definitely a great day. We planted a vegetable garden with our own version of container gardening — thank you Pinterest. We buried pots into the yard — the idea being that they will block the weed growth and such like a container garden would.

By the way, there so needs to be more gardening experts on Twitter. So when I’m wondering if there is enough sunlight for my plants, they can tell me. Or if I’m wondering why the basil leaves are looking sad. I totally need twitter support for my gardening.

There are herbs, tomatoes, watermelon and a lot of strawberries. I hope we can keep it all alive. We are gradually filling things in. One more trip to the garden center and I think we will be good to go. Which is a good thing because its all not cheap. But we knew the yard was going to be the worst expense when we moved. So, here we are and we are having fun with it. We even bought a lawn mover. The husband has never mowed a lawn. So this is going to be awesome.

Speaking of awesome, every time the sun sets, I’m reminded of why all this work is worth it.

I’m not a mom and weighing in on mom issues often makes me feel like a man making decisions on women’s health.

But, hey, seems some male legislators do that all the time lately. So here are my thoughts on the Time cover you surely saw yesterday.

Breast feeding is awesome. Not breast feeding is awesome. I’ve seen two-year-olds nurse. I’ve seen newborns nurse. I don’t fall into the camp where I think women should always cover up in public either.

But I have never seen a woman nurse like that. The hand on the hip and the leg jutting out is more catalog than couture. I think nursing is often done sitting down. The kid looks uncomfortable with the photographer in the room. Either way, the stool looks a bit unsturdy and she runs the risk of losing her latch.

All day on Facebook, I saw mom versus mom talking about it. As someone who truly isn’t mom enough, I have to say that I’m terrified to enter the parent arena because I will likely have to interact with other parents if I want my kid to have a chance at a social life. And the judging is so intense that I don’t think I’m thick enough to take it.

When I sent this text yesterday, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Life is busy. I get home from work and think “yay, I don’t have to go to class!”

But then I cook dinner and by the time I finish it is 8:30 and time to water the lawn. And then we watch the news and an episode of Ally McBeal and go to bed.

I can’t ever figure out why I’m so tired. A year ago I was running a zillion miles per hour. Now I putt putt at freeway speeds.

Last Monday I wrote a blog post.

Then we closed on our house. Got some keys. Unloaded the POD we packed in San Diego in December.

Spent the weekend moving in. We only lost a vase and a pitcher. Success.

Bought fabulous couches. Because if they were still at HomeGoods a week after we first saw them, that was a sign that they belonged in our house, right?

Got completely hooked on Ally McBeal — thank you Amazon Prime free streaming. If anyone posts a spoiler here, I will not be your fan.

Hired a landscaping company to clean up our backyard. And realized that we have a backyard to take care of now.

Attempted to curl my hair with a Pinterest tutorial and showed up 10 minutes late to work with flat hair.

So I’m feeling more adult, more tired and more ready for the weekend than ever.

By the way, I got two pinks yesterday. That’s lucky!