30 is the first milestone in which I have felt a genuine taste of the temporal nature of my life.
I’m not saying I’m old, but since the last big milestone, 21, my metabolism has slowed… my back has started to ache… perception of time has sped up for me.
Within each of these observations rests a gift of clarity and understanding. Alive in me today is the value of friendship, and the ways I have tossed relationships aside and not invested for the long term in the people around me.
No more. These beautiful, intelligent, ridiculously special people are staying. And I couldn’t be more grateful.