My thirtieth birthday anniversary has just passed.

I am now officially in my 30s. I am in love, inspired, in mourning, in training, in scholastic retreat, in the middle of an obstacle course. I am coming to terms with transience, forgiveness, and regret. I am expanding my definitions of sisterhood. I am approaching a more authentic independence.

Sorting out my life is not simply a matter of making an appointment in my planner that can be check-marked off, but a process. Like grieving. Like goodbyes. Like good results or golden opportunities. It revolves around a constant awareness of possibility, only available by way of risk and adventurous spirit.

Perhaps no one is ever truly confident of outcomes before undertaking a task. But to truly live, you must not be afraid to seek the thing that thrills you.

I’m glad of this revelation at this point in my life and of the many avenues it has lit up before me.