Today is the last day of my twenties. And to be honest, I’m not completely sure what it means. I’ve gone the route of anxiety and second guessing. I’ve tried to psych myself into hopeful fervour. But really, whether I’m 29 or 30, I’m still going to be just me. The most monumental changes we undergo I’ve found, are the ones which occur without us knowing. So I’m thankful for the age as it approaches but even more so for every little increment that made it possible to get me as I am on this day. Age is never a guarantee but always a blessing. Blessed are we to live and breathe each day by divine will and intervention. I know I didn’t get here alone. God’s plan for me is greater than any I can dream on my own. I’m thankful for the people who still love me when I am the grumpiest thing on earth, when I cry, or show bad temper. I’m thankful because I can be hopeful more than anxious as I face 30 head on.
You never know how much time you’ll get, or even how much you’ve got left. You don’t count the minutes, you appreciate the moments and most of all, through the good and the bad, you just live every day of your life.