I turn thirty tomorrow! As I prepare to say goodbye to my twenties, I’ve been reflecting on all that those years have meant to me. I will always remember my third decade on this planet as a time of huge intensity, questioning, exploration, revelation … and above all, growth.
The twenties are a time of growing into who you are, healing the wounds your childhood/teenage self has accumulated … perhaps even glimpsing what maturity could be like. 😮
I certainly don’t know what it is to be “mature” yet (does anyone? 😉), but when I look back on my twenty-year old self, I can see how much I’ve grown. I feel more secure about who I am, what my place is in this world, and what kind of work I would like to do. I have some idea of where I’m going, even if I don’t always know exactly how to get there.
At the same time, much has remained the same. ❤️ My twenty-year-old self may have been confused about many things, but she had a spark of optimism and curiosity that saw her through every challenge she encountered. She was willing to look beyond the surface doubts and complaints of life. She was willing to answer the deeper mysteries that were softly, yet firmly, calling her inwards. She was willing to ask tough questions.
She brought me to where I am now, and I pray that her optimism and curiosity will always be within me, guiding me through everything I do in life. 🌹
I’ve heard many jokes recently, from people of a similar age, about how turning thirty made them feel ‘old’ and decrepit. I recently rewatched a ‘Friends’ episode in which some of the characters bemoaned the fact that they were no longer in their twenties. These jokes are common, but they reveal a strain of ageism that remains prevalent in our world. Many people never get the privilege of turning 20, 30, 40, 50 or so on.
Every new year is a cause for celebration. 🌟
No matter what may be ending or changing in life, we can always choose to see the gifts of that phase. We can honour it for all that it was, then accept the path ahead with joy and hope. 🌞