It's funny...when you're little, it feels like forever until you'll be big.
Big enough to decide that you can stay up as late as you want to, eat as much ice cream as you please, hang out with your friends for days, and that you get to be the 'boss' of your own life.
And then one cruel, beautiful day, you are the boss and time feels like its flying.
In seven weeks, I will turn 37.
That number feels old and yet, my mom tells me that she would trade places with me any day and one friend says that life really doesn't begin until you're 40.
But sometimes when I'm feeling particularly insecure and needy, I start to ponder things like...
I never thought I would be the age I am living in this city. I never thought I'd live in my house for 8 years. I never thought I'd be the mother to three little ones. I never thought...I never thought.
And yet, if life has taught me anything...it's that nothing is permanent. To everything is a season and to every season and every moment is an opportunity to garner something new, if we're willing to be open to it and to pay attention.
So if we subscribe to the philosophy that we are always where we are supposed to be at any given time...well then, the lesson is what am I learning? How am I growing? And how can I take this to the next season/life station to cultivate positive change...because odds are, on my 38th birthday, I'll be singing a different tune.