#1: I am 30 years old. Farewell, twenties. You were good to me--far better than the single digits or the tens were. I will always treasure your memory with fondness and sincerity, but alas, I must move ahead. Youth does not last forever, and if it did, it would come at a rather large price. Just ask Dorian Gray. He sold his soul to the devil for eternal youth and the pleasure that accompanies such perpetual vigor. Watch the movie, Dorian Gray, or read the novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde--it's even better. In the movie, the older Dorian, uncorrupted by age, notes, "I assure you, pleasure is very different from happiness. I mean, some things are more precious because they don't last." My twenties were precious. My thirties will be also.
#2: I am pregnant. Three and a half months pregnant, to be exact. If there is ever a reason to grow up, this would be the one. In less than six months, there will be a little being that depends on me for its survival. It is a beautifully daunting responsibility, but one I look forward to. I hope I don't screw up the little life all too badly. I hope God's grace is sufficient for parenthood.
and, *sigh*
#3: I have a few gray hairs. I found the first one in my eyebrows several months ago. Thank God for tweezers! However, at the time, I didn't know whether it had any kin abiding on my scalp because I had an established practice of coloring my coif. Now, however, I am 100% natural, and I have found a couple of shiny gray strands among the mousy brown. I did say they were shiny, and that is thanks to these fabulous pregnancy hormones that are eliciting a hardy sheen.
So, yes. I am officially all grown up...but being a grown up isn't all that bad. In fact, I think I am gonna like this stage of life.
Thanks for visiting my blog Julie! I am very excited to meet some friend on here! Congrats on your little bean too! I am loving this post! I still don't feel like a grown-up most of the time, but the whole baby thing is changing that fast!
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