On Turning 30 and Such
I turned 30 on Friday. I thought it would be a bigger deal than it was, but I've been saying I'm 30 since I turned 29, so I guess I prepared myself for it. In all honesty, I'm really excited for this next decade of life. My 20s were a blur and I didn't even party! I had my first glass of wine when I was 27, so.... #ministrylife
I'm about to do some reminiscing now, so bear with me. (I will reward you with an over abundance of photos from the last 10 years of my life.)
I usually tell people that all I did in my 20s was have kids, but that's not really fair. I think it just feels like that because those baby making years are CHAOS. But I did, in fact, do other things with my life. I got engaged a few months after I turned 20 and got married 18 months later. I graduated college and youth pastored (with Zach) in a small town in Western New York for four years. I went to India for a month. I was told I would never have kids, struggled for several years to conceive, and then I had three of them. I began my writing career and got a little famous. I made friends. Real friends. The kind of friends I didn't think were possible to find as an adult. I moved three times, across three state lines. I got to have a "How I Met Your Mother" living situation when my husband's best friend moved in with us. I packed up my family and moved 14 hours away from my parents so that my husband could accept a full time position in ministry, knowing that I would not be able to work with him. I struggled with my identity, my calling, my self worth. I watched my marriage struggle and strain with no idea how and little desire to fix it. I survived a year of panic attacks, crippling anxiety, and depression. My friend committed suicide and I lost my uncle and both of my grandfathers. I started and dissolved a photography business, extreme couponing business, and a thriving blogging/social media consulting business. I wrote a devotional and two ebooks. Did I mention that Had three kids? I feel like that needs to be stated twice. I made stupid decisions and I made wise decisions. I lost myself and then found myself. I was hurt by people and I hurt people. I grew. Changed. Matured. Righted (or am still righting) the hurts that I caused. My 20s were rough and messy, but aren't everyone's?
I am SO looking forward to my thirties. I have everything I've ever wanted and I've never felt more confident and sure of my calling than I do right now. I feel like I'm on the edge of seeing the fulfillment of who God has made me and called me to be and I am nothing but hopeful and excited. I started my 20s as a pessimistic, pot stirring, judgmental, obnoxious, insecure and arrogant girl . I'm headed into my 30's throughly humbled and hopeful. I absolutely would not like 20 year old me, but 30 year old me seems like a good time. So let's get it, decade 4. (Or is it 3?) I'm ready for you.
And now for a gallery of my 20s in no particular order : (click right to browse)
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