Well, this is it. It's my last day in my thirties. When I wake up in the morning, I'll be 40.
I was told by many more than a few that I would or should dread it.
I thought I'd be a basket case and totally depressed, especially as I hit the second half of the 30s.
Almost like a signal that the "good" years are gone and that the years to come are to be a disappointment.
Stop the presses.
I've got one thing to say and that is: this girl doesn't feel that way!
I'm as excited as a kid on Christmas morning! It's not that I'm expecting a huge celebration or anything elaborate because birthdays have never been a HUGE thing for us (though we do celebrate and LOVE doing so!). It's not that I think some giant item from my wishlist is going to appear. As a matter of fact, tomorrow will actually be quite stressful because we have a to-do list that appears too long and we have several stressful things going on at the moment. Celebrating a birthday in the middle of it actually feels a bit of a hassle.
Why am I so excited if it's not about the gifts/celebration and why am I not depressed since I *should* feel old or that the prime of life has just passed by?
This is the time.
To be me.
And I couldn't be more excited.
In my thirties, I feel like I finally grew into my own skin. I started becoming who God meant for me to be. (Notice I said STARTED....far from the finished product!). I finally began to shake off the chains of other's expectations or my own wrong expectations of myself.
I feel like this new season of life is to be welcomed and embraced, not dreaded and moaned over!
I say, Bring. It. On!
This is the time that I can take the changes that the 30s have been bringing and truly let them shine. Let the places that God has been refining and working on, truly take hold. Open myself up to His handiwork and purposes.
Sure---I may not be "young" as I once was---but thank goodness for that! Wisdom and discernment, priorities, and learned lessons have GREAT benefit! I may not be as physically young as I was and sometimes I do envy the things I took for granted in my 20s, but this body has lots of miles left! Everything my sag and be floppy----metabolism may be slowing---joints and muscles may be struggling---and my hair may be VERY noticeably gray....
It means I'm alive. I'm human. I'm still here.
Bring. It. On.
Now, if you were to ask me how I feel about my daughter graduating last week and actually receiving a graduation card in the mail yesterday....now THAT may make me emotional and THAT may make me feel a bit old....and THAT may make me get all frazzled as I think of the days to come....
Not. One. Second. Of. Dread!
"Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!” Robert Browning