Today I turn 29.
Time is a fluid thing. It stretches and it contracts, seeming to sometimes be long and to sometimes be short.
I feel alternately as though I am old and I am young and I am somewhere in between.
It’s a weird, squishy place to be.
I wonder about the things that I will learn in the next decade of my life.
I wonder if 39 will feel more solid, more concrete, more definite.
I wonder if I will be able to become the person that God means for me to be.
I wonder if I will be more in control of myself and comfortable with the reality of my limited control over everything else.
Birthdays mark the passage of time. They remind me to take inventory of the year that has been and to look forward to the year that will be.
28 was not awesome, but it was pretty stinking good (all things considered).
I have high hopes for 29.
Here. we. go!