The older I get—or maybe just the longer I live—the more I see that time changes perspective.
Next weekend marks the turn of a decade for me… the closing of a most wonderful chapter of my life—my 20s, the decade that saw me growing into adulthood, meeting and marrying an amazing man, birthing four beautiful children, learning how to be a mom, beginning my journey of homeschooling, and so much more—and the start of a new chapter, my 30s, which holds treasures and trials and teachings yet unknown to me.
Up until about the past year, I could have identified myself with the camp of 20-somethings who dread turning 30—you know, the “29 forever” people. Thirty just seemed like the edge of “old” to me; and I didn’t think I liked the thought of arriving there.
But over the past year, as my 30th birthday has steadily approached even against my former will to stop it, I have been pleasantly surprised by the peace I feel in turning the page. You see, time has changed my perspective.
Not only am I no longer dreading turning 30; I am excited about it. My 20s have been beautiful and blessed, but the journey doesn’t stop here. I am excited about the things I will learn, the experiences I will have, and the ways I will grow as my life continues on into this new chapter.
The only thing troubling me now is deciding just how I should celebrate my momentous day! 🙂