When counting 35 is actually quite a small number in the grand scheme. Honestly i haven’t felt old since I turned 20, once i passed that milestone i haven’t given age or years much thought. It is in the realm of possibility that 35 could mark the half way point of my being in this life, give or take a few years.
As i reflect back on the past 35 years there are some moments that i am proud of and there are many moments that i never want to forget because of the joy they represent. There are things i see and feel that i hope will be different in my next 35 years too. These years are fleeting and i don’t want to waste a single one. Tim McGraw crooned the song “In My Next 30 Years”, well i’m penning a blog, an ode to my next 35 years.
In my next 35 years…
i want to be less insecure about who i am, and accept that i am fearfully and wonderfully made.
i want to plan less and enjoy more.
i want to listen to music and dance everyday without being inhibited by my insecurity.
i want to belly laugh more and over-think less.
i want to trust more and control less.
i want to love more and judge less.
i want to go deeper and fear less.
i want to embrace joy and shun bitterness.
i want to put my feet in the water and soak in the moment more and let the hurry of life fade.
i want to be thankful for each day and let the future work itself out.
i want my heart to be soft and let the hard exterior be chipped away.
i want to be engaged with people when i’m with them and not my phone and etc.
i want to see inspiration around me not just “stuff”.
i want to create everyday not just dream about it.
i want to embrace the adventure of life more and quit letting fear get in the way.
i want to give more and worry less.
i want to be kinder…
i want to be braver…
i want to be more compassionate…
These things will make the next 35 years even better than the first. i love this story that’s being written, i want to be true to it and i hope you continue to walk with me in it.