Ok so this post is totally not related to Christmas, or DIY projects, or decor, or anything you might be expecting from a normal blogger by now.
It’s about me.
Yep, just me.
I thought since you guys are all so understanding of my rants, why not just one more?
Ummm, no, this does not mean it’ll be the last ever. Come on, now…
So here’s the thing… I’m turning 30 in 30 days.
When did that happen?
I swear I was just 25, like, yesterday?!?!
I had a similar meltdown when I turned 20. Like letting go of my teenage years was the worst thing happening in my life at that time. Wow… I needed to get a grip.
I imagined my twenties would be nothing but stress trying to figure my life out, and I felt like I was running out of time to do that. After all, you’re supposed to have a career, be married and have at least one baby by 25, right?
Dear 19-year old self: you’re delusional!
It turned out my twenties were a time of travel, self- discovery, meeting the love of my life and making some really good, lifelong friends. It turned out to be a time to make A LOT of mistakes, to repent, to meet God again and finally start to understand what Grace really means. It’s been pretty good, ya know?!?!
So is this the same thing? Am I freaking out over nothing?
I just keep imagining a lot more grey hairs and wrinkles on my face from here on out.
I keep thinking, ok, so 25 was unrealistic to have all of those things in place, but 30? I mean, yes, I got married, but I didn’t do the other two things. Am I behind? Falling short? Or just a normal gal, making my way through life at my own gosh darn pace and I’ll have babies after 30 if I want to ok? You’re not the boss of me!
My family thinks I’m NUTS!
Do YOU? Or did you kind of feel a little like you couldn’t breathe and the walls were spinning every time you thought about turning the big 3-0?
Oh, and yes… that means my birthday is on December 25th.