The have nots of my 20s haunted my ascent to 30. I have not
married, or even come close. I have not had children. I have not bought a home.
I have not owned a dog. The approaching-30, not-quite-where-you-thought-you’d-be-in-life
shame is real, and it’s cruel. It’s also full of falsehood.
In my final weeks
of my 20s, though, I focused my thoughts elsewhere—on the joys and growth that HAVE marked this formative decade. They are abundant and rich. Today, on year
30, day 1, that’s where I am living, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
1. I baked many birthday cakes, hence the visuals for this
post (scroll down past my verbal explosion for more from my collection).
3. I was submerged in an icy cold creek on an Easter Sunday
to signify my new life, and a few years later on an Easter Sunday proclaimed
that life to an entire church body.
5. I slowly started my life over in the city where I grew up
with my parents as roommates, and ultimately found layer after layer of magic new and old in the Magic City.
6. I pursued what I thought was my dream job only for the
bridge to it to crumble and make way for the dream job I never knew I wanted.
7. A house of three then-strangers became home. Before long,
I’d lived with 12 ladies and found treasures of friendship and companionship
along the way.
8. I walked through engagement and marriage with friend
after friend after roommate after friend. I loved it. I was exhausted by it.
9. I worshipped with believers
in Creole and Spanish, in Haiti and Guatemala.
10. I developed a voice in
writing, had the privilege of telling people’s stories and nerded out over
grammar like it was my job.
11. I wrote love letters to my mom and to my closest
friends, because who said love letters were just for romance?
12. I went on blind dates with mutual friends and with
complete strangers from the internet, and each time they became slightly less
terrifying.
13. Speaking of, I became a bolder version of myself.
15. I totaled a car, said things I immediately wanted to
take back and saw a darker side of Madoline the Good Girl. Guess what? She’s a
sinner like everyone else.
16. I felt the weight of sin and darkness more heavily, in
myself, in the lives of those I love, and in people I struggled to love. It
hurt. And it made the power of salvation all the sweeter.
17. I went on friend dates, dates with my parents, dates
with my brother. I went to local restaurants, on picnics, to plays and concerts. I relished one-on-one and small group conversation. See also: introversion.
18. I cried big fat ugly cries on occasion and learned that
it’s okay to let myself do that, to grieve the end of something meaningful and
to grieve the hurt I felt from others.
19. I reached new depths of
feeling known and loved by friends who feel like family and sought to be that kind of friend to
them.
20. I documented my days, my years, my highlights, my
lowlights. I journaled, about spiritual things and not-so-spiritual things. I
stepped up my photography quality and printed photos for an ongoing old
fashioned album.
21. I composed 351 blog posts about what I cooked, but most
days I cooked with zero care for presentation and photos. More than any kitchen
activity, I baked cookies and cakes, chocolate and chocolate, cookies and
cakes, and chocolate and chocolate. Perhaps most significantly, I baked
this cake and
these cookie bars about 37 times each (that’s a completely random
guess of a number).
22. I embraced my freedom. I took last minute road trips to
see newborn babies and spent days and hours and days of quality time with
friends. I slept in. I daydreamed for hours and hours on end. I came home when I wanted to. I watched what I wanted to. I did what I wanted to. I ate what I wanted to.
23. I made friends with ladies newer to the adulting thing
than I was. Along the way, I learned age means less than maturity.
24. I learned to listen and ask good questions—to be a good
journalist, a good friend and a good stranger to talk to. And to value people
whose conversations are marked by these things.
25. Intentionality became my favorite mantra.
26. I said yes to responsibility, to a junior board, to a
junior board presidency, to running alumni events, to hosting, to planning.
27. I got to see and soak in the beauty of giant rocks in Arizona, rivers and mountains in Jackson Hole and Montana, gardens and pastries in England, architecture in Spain,
coastlines in the Dominican Republic and Maine, culture and coasts in Seattle and Victoria, and the scenic contours of my own backyard.
28. I learned to embrace my introversion. I’m now cool with not being the bubbly person that
everyone immediately is enthralled with two seconds after meeting OR the one who likes large social events, and I have
confidence in the strengths of the personality I was given (ISFJ all the way!).
29. I discovered that church could become the people who feel like home and remind you of the truth you want to believe.
30. I learned to laugh at the future, to hold my dreams with
an open hand and to love the gifts of the present that I could never have
dreamed up on my own.
Cheers to the advent of my 30s, and to all the cakes to
come!
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Strawberry Cake (from somewhere on the Internet) for Emily |
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Insta-Cookie Cake for Many Coworkers' Birthdays (but the photo was from Patrick's graduation) |