30 is just a number right?
I used to have idealistic imagination/expectations of where I’d be, what I’d be doing (in career, in life) when I were to be 30. Even 5 years ago as 25, or even 3 years ago as a 27, I still thought maybe at 30, I’d have it all figured it out.
What would I have thought about myself 5 years ago looking at a 30yr old me?
Day by day I see more gray strands, yet I don’t feel mature/wise. My mom when she was 30, she’d already be a mom to 2 kids, 2 and 4 years old. Yet I’m still trying to figure it all out. Married for a few years and still never quite used to the fact that I have a husband. Not sure when I’d ever feel ‘ready’ to have lifetime responsibility to tiny lives.
I don’t even know what holds for me next year, so how can I plan for anything more? Every step I take, I take it with only faith being my potion, while still trying to figure out where God will lead me to, and what my destiny will be.
2020 has been a weird year. But I still am blessed because of the opportunities that I have been graciously given, the blessings my family continue to have, and answered nightly prayers. Lost a precious close relative that came unexpectedly but I continue to have faith and hope.