I recently had the blessing of completing my 30th year and celebrating my 31st birthday a couple of weekends ago. The lead up to my birthday this year was actually more frightening than turning 30 for me. Something about how quickly this year had blown past me gave me much to reflect on and kind of shook me. The last 365 days have seen so many milestones, both large and personal that my life was filled with joy but also somewhat overwhelming. It was completely uncharted territory for me and I desperately wanted to hold on to those feelings as I celebrated happiness I hadn’t really known before. This past year I was able to really settle into a new fulfilling career. I became engaged to someone who showed me that love and commitment was so much more than I had ever imagined. I then married that man in a whirlwind of 6 months. I created or re-enforced a bond with some incredible and fierce women that helped show me how strong I could be. I successfully met my personal goal of acquiring certification in my field after intense studying while planning a wedding (I do not recommend doing both at the same time, ha!). For the first time I traveled to far off places I had dreamed about since I was a kid, finally being able to truly begin to see the world. This last, being an aim I had been working towards for for over 13 years as I studied and worked full time, sometimes 2 jobs at a time in order to start a career that would allow me the privilege of being able to travel comfortably. All this to say, I found myself worried that I was going to somehow miss or forget every feeling and emotion that came with these experiences and it scared me how swiftly they all came and went. What would the rest of my 30’s be like?!
So here I was, days before my birthday, so subdued that I was even having problems just trying to figure out if or how I should celebrate such an occasion and the Astros have taken over any and all conversations in our city. Y’all I’m not even sure I can properly describe the energy and excitement we were all buzzing with around town. Everyone was swept up in the hopes of the Astros being World Series Champions and the feelings of being in support and united as a city definitely felt tied to our experiences and loss that surrounded Hurricane Harvey. People were watching the games from their half torn down homes that were in the process of being repaired, still, from the flood damage and these images were being displayed across newspapers, right next to photos of Altuve or Springer. Everyone was staying up past midnight to watch these amazing games on work nights and the air was filled “Earn History”. Annnnd THEN THEY MADE IT TO THE WORLD SERIES! In the midst of this Brandon and I had the incredible opportunity of being able to actually go to 2 of the 3 home games and the first one was on my birthday. Being wrapped up in something bigger than myself in that time where I felt at a loss for how to deal with turning 31 was uplifting and just the kick I needed. I am so incredibly lucky and grateful to have had such a remarkable 30th year on this earth that I can’t wait to see what this next trip around the Sun will bring. History Earned.