Each and every last fleeting moment of 29 becomes a reality that I’m actually an adult. The comforts of home have dramatically changed from the lonely nights of being in my childhood bedroom reading underneath the covers late into the night. Home has transitioned to curling up into the arms of a man who loves me dearly and sharing all my worries of the day. Every day I’m constantly bombarded with the pressures of society whether it’s simply being a woman or the color of my skin. Each time, I am reminded that this is a battle that I’m more than equipped to handle.
As 30 approaches, I can’t help but remind myself in the strength that has carried me so far in life. Tragedy, grief, stress, anxiety, depression, and fear have riddled my life throughout the years. In turn – love, compassion, joy, beauty, courage, and most of all strength have driven me to reach heights I never believed imaginable. It’s beautiful to look at yourself in the mirror, even on the toughest days during the darkest times and remind yourself that you are in control. That with each instant, you have the power and strength to handle what life gives you.
In 24 days, I’ll be 30. I’ve voted. I’ve traveled. I’ve paid taxes. I’ve married the love of my life. I’ve lived in a different state. I’ve been separated from my love by many miles and hours. I’ve made new friends. I’ve experienced the most tragic loss. I’ve let go of family and friends that were toxic in my life. I’ve studied and earned two degrees. I’ve switched careers.
Most importantly, I’ve lived.
I’ve lived fearlessly and with an unmatched amount of strength for a young lady embarking on 30.
This is just the beginning.