I turned 30. And it was a beautiful weekend, filled to the brim and, I daresay, even overflowing with love. It was a great reminder of who I am; I reclaimed a bit of my identity. So often I get lost in my two roles of wife and mother. I forget that I am a daughter, sister, friend, that I can be hilarious, fun and witty. I love to play games and dress up. I have a passion for listening to others' stories and connecting to people on a deeper level. I am a lover of handwritten letters and books in print. While I am fully entrenched in social media and up-to-date (as far as I know) with technology, I have always felt a little out of my time. Like an old soul. I have an intense,visceral fear of getting up and speaking in front of people but secretly covet the opportunity at the same time. I want to be known, seen, I want to sing and dance in front of an audience, I want to change somebody's life for the better. I want to make the world a better place. I want to do every single thing that scares me, and enjoy every minute of it.

This weekend was spent surrounded by family, friends and strangers. In restaurants, homes and theaters. I remembered that there are plenty of lovely sides and facets to myself I just haven't taken the opportunity to see or experience in a while. It was exhilarating. It was freeing. I remembered of how much I adore musical theater and really any medium in which people bare a bit of their souls and we are able to connect through a few shared moments. I need people in close proximity both physically and emotionally in order to be my best and most whole self. I need their energy, their love, their fear, their perseverance. I need to serve them and uplift them. I need to be inspired by and inspire them. So grateful for meaningful conversations, deeper connections and the magic that they bring to my life. I cannot wait for the next experiences life will throw at me, the next kindred spirits.