I am 30 years old and in my life I have…
…played 12 straight hours in a softball tournament, wearing the catcher’s equipment, in 110 degree heat.
…watched the sun set over the ocean in Aruba.
…lost someone extremely close to me and still struggle with accepting that he’s gone.
…had my heart broken and lost all faith in love and myself.
…stayed up all night talking.
…also stayed up all night crying.
…been a statistic.
…gone through a custody battle.
…decided at 30 years old to go back to college, starting all over again.
…lost all of my “real life” friends through growing up and growing apart, but I have met my best friends online.
…watched my heart walk outside of my body in those little miracles I call my children.
…stayed up all night, rocking and holding a sick baby.
…cried when I couldn’t get my child to stop crying.
…been held up at gunpoint at a robbery in a financial institution.
…admitted to struggling, with myself, with my anxiety, with so much more.
…felt alone, with no one to turn to, no one to talk to, and no one to lean on.
…smiled through pain, tears, fear, and heartache, just to show my kids that everything will be okay.
…been petrified of what the future holds, but have kept telling myself that it will all work out.
…come close to losing everything we own.
…faced my fears, held my breath, and taken the plunge.
…learned that I am a stronger person than I ever thought I was.
…loved with my whole heart and soul.