On Thirty
It's a new era in my life, on thirty. Not because I am now three decades old, soldier of time. Sort of uncomfortable standing on the precipice of a new swoop. At several points in time, I thought I noticed the same horizon. A sophomore in High School, who despite a flurry of anxieties Made conversation with a casual acquaintance, minor victories, who ended up being one of my best friends. Sitting in the parking lot at the eye doctor one summer before college telling mom that I was in a relationship with a guy. The fear finally had room to breathe, if only a bit more room. Walking around the beautiful campus of Chapel Hill in the summer, relishing in my independence and loving the spiritual development I was undertaking. Doing nonsense just because I could, alive. Accepting my first job and believing I would take on the world, and then realizing I would have to change it from within first. Embracing material creature comforts along the way. Loving enough to let go, enduring the pa