Birthdays are like changing seasons. Each new one is different and comes with it’s own wins and challenges. When I was younger, I’d look forward to my birthday for so many reasons: the cake, presents, fun. But most of all, I could guarantee that my parents wouldn’t be fighting. Birthdays were always good, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed that with each new birthday also comes the forced gift of growth.
I say forced gift because sometimes the growth you experience with your new year/age isn’t exactly welcomed or wanted, but almost always necessary. I turn 27 this year (throws up slightly) and while I’m so grateful for all the lessons life has gifted me with, I’d be lying if I wasn’t feeling hesitant for the lessons I’m sure to learn this year. So what do you do with that? It’s not like you can just avoid another birthday (they seem to have a strict no return policy), so what do we do?
I guess like most things, we just forge ahead, hope for the best, pray for the wisdom that God will give us in this next year–even if the lessons are hard and difficult–and hold on tight. So here’s to getting older, whether your birthday is coming up or you’re into your new age, whether you’re excited, or maybe like me, a little nervous. I’m excited to see where this new “season” takes us.