Farewell, my roaring twenties! I'm finally growing up... or so I think.
I think I've heard it more than enough that 30 is the new 20. God, I HOPE NOT!
When I was 20, was struggling college and work, had less than a dime to my name, spent a year eating my weight in BK Whoppers, and relied on the kindness of older folk to buy my booze. I don't think I'd want to go back to that.
There is nothing certain in life (except, as they say, death and taxes), and I agree. I never knew I'd be where I am today. I had imagined so many different things--marriage, ministry, or madness. I settled for none of them.
That's okay, because now in these final days of my 20s, I've learned I have gained something more valuable than I could imagine. I have learned to be true to myself.
The boy I was at 20 was shy, naive, and feeling hardly competent to take on the challenges of the world. Now, a few days towards turning 30, I am still part of that, but now I am feel a little more wiser.
