March 28, 2017

30 Under 30 | Class of 2017

Yesterday was a day to remember.

It began the way all others do — couch, coffee, emails. After a fitful night of sleep, I was moving slowly, worrying about the announcement from Realtor Magazine. I’m not going to get picked. It’s over. I’ll be so upset. What am I going to do now?

These were my anxious thoughts, and I was drowning in them. I tried to pass the time by perusing Bloomingdale’s online shoe department (to which my friend said: “You need to stop stress shopping!”), and then I read a chapter about my identity in Christ (this helped more than the shoes). I left and went to the gym soon after.

Some time later, I stepped out of the shower and heard my phone ringing. It was Sarah, one of my best friends, calling in the middle of the workday. I picked up to her hushed voice: “You got it! You got it!”

It was then official: I’d made it into the 30 Under 30 Class of 2017, and to have Sarah deliver the news was that much more special to me. I floated through my day of meetings and showings with the biggest smile on my face. This was something I had prayed and hoped for, and yesterday, my dream came true. I fielded congratulatory notes from family, friends, clients and colleagues all day long, and my heart melted with every text or comment.

After my last appointment of the evening, I ubered over to Sable Kitchen & Bar to meet Andrew. He had told me to meet him there at 7:30 for celebratory drinks, and I’d been looking forward to it all afternoon. I walked in to the greatest surprise. There they were — Andrew, Camden, Sarah and Courtney — sitting at a high-top with party hats and a bouquet of flowers.

“Thirty under thirrrrrty!” Courtney said, grinning.

I am not an easy person to surprise — control freaks tend to be that way — so this truly knocked me off my feet. Sarah had come up with the idea the night before, and by the time the announcement came out, their plans were in motion.

The five of us caught up over wine, beer and a bottle of the prettiest pink prosecco. This group is especially significant to me for so many reasons. They each play a crucial role in the success of MSC, and I know I’d be absolutely nothing without them. These are friends I love dearly, and they’re friends who support me emotionally and spiritually, too.

I went home that night and tearfully FaceTimed my parents to gush about the evening. It was the most perfect celebration, and I am thankful beyond measure — for my friends, for my boyfriend, for my family, and for all the wonderful people who encouraged me over the past week. 1 Thessalonians 5:24 does not lie. He did it!