Two years ago, I was sitting with a friend on the steps of a church. He had just come back from a year-long journey around the world. I forget exactly what we were talking about, but it somehow led to me lamenting the fact that I was almost thirty. (I was 28 at the time. I know. Dramatic.) I remember this because what he said next stuck with me:
“Jen, you’re not 30. You’re 28. You have two years until you’re 30. Do you know what you can accomplish in that time? In one year you can travel around the world. You’re not 30. You have time.”
Here I am at 30 and he was right. I had time. In that year and a half, I:
- left my government job, which I had for thirteen years
- to work in Catholic ministry helping people in the work of evangelization through traveling, writing, and designing,
- established relationships in Haiti and led several mission teams,
- became part of a very new intentional missionary community,
- deepened unexpected friendships in unexpected ways, and
- grew in my understanding of who I am and what I desire.
All in all, not bad for a year and a half.
Still, I knew this changing of decades would be difficult. With the help of friends and family, it was a weekend of celebration instead of lamentation. AND the best part isn’t even here yet. Continue reading “Hello, thirty.”