Part of me is disappointed that, staring at the end of my twenties, there are some things about me that have not changed. I could list all of my fears and failures that I have often lied to myself, believing that they define me, but I won’t. I’ll talk about old journals instead.
When I was younger, I wrote a journal entry about all of the things I wanted to accomplish before I turned 30. I found it the other day. Here’s a little snippet:
1. Be married (Check)
2. Finished having all of my children (Possibly, check)
3. Live in a different country ( Some people think living in the valley counts.)
4. Be on Broadway, finish an album, sing on a decent stage (I think my time may have passed on this one. )
5. Own a home (Check)
6. Extensive travel to Europe and Asia ( Not quite, but I did make it to England, Scotland, Ireland, Brazil, Canada and Jamaica)
7. Get published ( I don’t think self publishing counts, so this one is still left undone)
8. Have a Master’s Degree ( working on it)
9. Speak at least two other languages ( I can say, “How do you say….” in Spanish, French and Portuguese….how am I doing?)
10. Open a cafe. ( nope.)
All in all, I think I did fairly well, actually. I do like that my twenties were spent teetering in between dreaming about doing things, and not knowing what I should be doing. A few months before my thirties, I am not scared by the big change. I’m stoked to begin a decade knowing exactly who I am and what I was made to do. The biggest difference of all, is knowing and believing that no matter what, God loves me and will catch me.