Thirty trips. Thirty trips on this floating spec spinning around a ball of fire. I am so proud of these thirty trips. I am so grateful for them. I look back on them with a heart full of every emotion I can conceive of. Interesting how in these moments of reflection, my head becomes noisy only with the rattling off of my accomplishments, empty of any regrets. I don’t feel the pain. The ache. The sadness. The fear. All I feel is gratitude. And I think that’s important to notice. Because over the past 30 years there have been plenty of times where I thought some awful moment or some awful emotion was going to define my entire existence. Become a stain on my entire life. But right here, right now, as I prepare to embark on my thirtieth trip, all I can feel is gratitude. Thank you for these past thirty trips. I look forward to the next thirty, forty, fifty, with excited anticipation. I am healthy. I am safe. I am strong. I am loved. And I am so eternally grateful for every single bit of it. Thank you thank you thank you.