I turned 30 on Sunday. And at the moment I am really feeling my age. I'll be quite honest. I was dreading turning 30. Bummed out wasn't even the word to describe the way I felt about that day. I know, I know...30 isn't really old...30 is the new 20...blah...blah...blah. I heard those niceties from everyone, but they didn't help.
Then I was approached by a co-worker who asked me the questions "Why is turning 30 so bad? What is it going to mean for your life?" See, this isn't exactly a person that I talk to much or that I would open my heart and reveal my deepest thoughts to. While I was standing in the hallway stammering for the "best" answer, (the best I came up with was "This isn't where I thought I'd be in life when I turned 30") this kind co-worker smiled (really it was a smirk) and said "Well, where did you want to be?" then walked away.
Well just slap me why don't ya! I couldn't say a word. Walking back to my office with my head hung watching my shoes shuffle, I really contemplated the question and what my honest answer would be.
And you know what I discovered...Turning 3-0 ain't so bad! I may not be where I thought I'd be in life, but God has blessed me with all my dreams I desired before turning 30. No, things haven't been perfect and they still aren't...but my dreams have come true. I have an amazing husband, a beautiful daughter that I adore, a great family, wonderful friends, a nice house, good health (for all my family), .....I could go on all day.
Thanks to that innocent (or maybe not so innocent) question...my outlook on 30 is pretty dog-gone good. I'm looking forward to the blessings God has in store for me this year.