Yesterday was my 35th birthday. I’ve been joking for a while now that I am “halfway to 70.” A tongue in cheek way of saying-time is flying. Some days I feel like I have only just leapt into adulthood while other days I panic thinking of what needs to “happen” before I get any older. And then the other night there came the restless feelings of socking enough money into retirement. (Damn you commercials for ING!)
But in all seriousness, I am slowly but surely embracing that 35 does not need to about what “hasn’t happened” or what “has happened that I didn’t expect” because all of these things are and were meant to be. When I think about the last five years in particular, where such great change has occurred, I feel overwhelmingly blessed. I have been given challenges, delights, setbacks, highs, lows, love, sadness, death, new life, athletic mountaintops, injuries, and happiness. These are all blessings. They are all opportunities for me to grow. They have knitted themselves into the fabric that is my life and have molded me into the person I am here at age 35 and 1 day.
And for this, in the words of Duck Dynasty’s Phil Robertson, I am Happy Happy Happy.