Exactly one month from today...

Exactly one month from today I will be turning 26. All the more closer to 30, yikes!

Ya’ll, this girl had no clue what the years would hold for her.



In this picture I am graduating preschool feeling accomplished because I could now recite all my A, B, C’s… and maybe even say them backwards, who knows.

The years would come and go and then the next time I would find myself in a cap and gown again would be sitting at my high school graduation feeling accomplished becauseI had survived my last four years of school and would now find myself in the adult world. Looking back I simply wonder if I could do things over, if I would have taken the time to enjoy those years in all its fullness, because the years ahead would fly by soon enough. During that time you want to have all of life’s questions figured out, you wanted independence and you wanted to figure things out on your own. And the ironic thing is I’m still depending on other’s to help me figure things out sometimes, and learning that there’s a part of that, that will never leave us.

Before graduation I had everything figured out. But things didn’t go as planned and never did take the traditional college route. So I found myself a couple of years after getting out of high school wondering who I am, what am I supposed to be doing…. Desperately trying to find my calling and place in this world and the crazy thing is I’m STILL trying to figure that out!

So here I am now moving over to the edge of my late 20’s at a receptionist job I’ve been at for almost 7 years and not content with. Struggling to get myself through school so I can make a career for myself , I’m husbandless, kidless, and don’t have a house of my own. And you know what, that’s alright.

And most days I’m okay with this, but other days, not so much! This post isn’t so much a post about a pity party, but one of reflection. Hope a year from now I can look back on this and see how much life has changed. Granted, I still feel I’m struggling in areas that I was last year or even the year before, but God deals with everything in his own timing.

I look back at the picture of the little girl with her hand over her heart at her preschool graduation and realize that learning those A, B, C’s weren’t so bad after all. Beats high school algebra!