Turning 30.

Sometimes our path is so wrought with thorns and seemingly insurmountable boulders that it isn’t until we’re running wildly through fields of color untethered and senses satisfied, that the realization hits us: I’m here.  The heartaches, tears, countless nights without sleep plagued by questions…meeting these things and wrestling with them chisels us not just to a place where you’re ready to face the next battle but to a place where you awake one morning and realize to the depth of your being that you’re a different person than you were a decade ago.  That the person you wanted to be and cried for because you weren’t there and seemingly never would is now here.  That the first third of your life doesn’t have to be gone but that chapter officially closes and now the next third – maybe the most significant third, the adult third, can be made by love-filled choices instead of fearful reactions.  This is what turning 30 is to me.