I'm thirty-one...I said it. It just so happens the mark of the end of my first year into a new decade comes at a climactic stretch of life for us.
It's taken me awhile to grasp it all, but I have finally arrived at the grown-up place of
life is what you make it and there are lots of things in life we go through that aren't comfortable or ideal, but they could be so incredibly worse, and a simple life of comfort does nothing to change us, mold us, make us into better, stronger more beautiful versions of ourselves.
"
humans are designed to seek comfort and order, and so if they have comfort and order, they tend to plant themselves, even if their comfort isn't all that comfortable. and even if they secretly want for something better."
~donald miller
So maybe I have been planted for too long and this little bit of
discomfort will challenge me, in my thirty-first year, to push myself more toward new chapters in the story of our life.
Busy, chaotic, un-edited, non-spell checked chapters. But they will be good chapters.
Yep, thirty-one and lucky. Thanks to all for the birthday wishes. I couldn't ask for a better group of family and friends.
On a completely un-related birthday note...Rhys is just as naughty as his brother...well, maybe not
that naughty, but...
he crawled up on to the dishwasher as I was un-loading it! He's fast, and I'll let you in on a little secret...am so proud of his naughty streak :) Just don't tell Bodie!
