I spent my 24th year figuring out who I was. My 25th year seemed to be about enjoying who I am. Apparently it was ALL because by the end of my 25th year, I would be married and pregnant. Before I could be where I am, I had to go through all I did. Before I could become another’s, I had to become my own. I feel closer to my family. I feel understood and loved on in friendships. I feel secure and blissful in my marriage. This time next year I will have a 7 month old child. Life. Is. Good.
On my 25th birthday my mantra was grace. I wanted to be more full of grace in my relationships with people: more understanding, more forgiving. I wanted to be reminded repeatedly that I am on the receiving end of unearned love and acceptance with an insane amount of regularity. Last July I got “grace” tattooed on my wrist to remind me of all of this. While I wasn’t nearly as good at this as I hoped, I know that having it in my mind made me better that I would have been. A start towards grace has been made.
My 26th year is going to be all about Joy.
I want to find joy, be joy, seek joy.
26 is going to be an adventure, this I know.
And I can’t wait.