Gratitude part 27: 30

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 Today I turned 30.  Yep, my birthday was on Thanksgiving this year, which happens every 4 years.  It’s actually wonderful.  Especially this year, with turning 30 and all.  For some reason I have been dreading turning 30 ever since I turned 29.  And really I was stressing over it all year long until my actual birthday.  It was the whole Thanksgiving part of it that changed my heart.  I realized on my birthday that I had been stressing all year long about all the things I hadn’t accomplished yet that I thought I would have by the age of 30.  I thought I’d have more kids, I thought I’d be done with student stuff, I thought I’d have more kids, and I thought I’d have more kids.  But on Thanksgiving–my birthday–as I was thinking of all the things in my life I have to be grateful for, I realized that if I focus on all the things I have accomplished, then turning 30 really isn’t that big of a deal.  In fact, it could sort of be considered another thing I’ve accomplished!  But even with “all” of the things I’ve accomplished aside, I realized that gratefully and gracefully turning 30 only involves loving people.  And I like to think I am pretty great at that.  So, yeah. Thirty.  Silly me for stressing out for an entire year.

1. my family // 2. words // 3. outside // 4. compartmentalizing // 5. drunk babies // 6. black charcoal // 7. naughties // 8. sneaky treats // 9. mercy // 10. grins // 11. movement // 12. pseudo moms // 13. in-laws // 14. miracles // 15. roots // 16. survival mode // 17. start overs // 18. naptime // 19. prayers // 20. Stewart // 21. disconnecting // 22. blind spots // 23. bedtime // 24. five // 25. discipline // 26. Thoburn // 27. 30

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