I’ve been celebrating my great feat of aging for the last week and I’m soaking up every last ounce of cookie cake and tequila that I can. The gifts and margaritas are an added benefit of turning another year older, but really and truly, it’s all about the people. Twenty-five feels like the year I found my tribe and really settled into who I am and where I am. My restless spirit calmed just long enough for us to buy a house and I even began my first big-girl job with benefits. And as good as twenty-five was, I have a feeling twenty-six is going to be even better.
This year I’m vowing to take steps these days to protect my time be thoughtful in my words and my actions.
Mostly, I want to find joy in loving people well again.
I’ve got a tendency to stretch myself thin trying to do all of the good things at once. But saying “no” these days is by far the healthier option and allows me to say “yes” to the things I’m truly committed to and feel fed by.
A good friend and I were chatting over coffee just yesterday and it felt so sweet to spend time supporting and encouraging each other. I want more coffee dates and less organizing group meetings. I want more one-on-one quality time and fewer big, overwhelming groups. I want more dinners and sacred meals over a modest table and less planning, preparing, and agonizing over details.
I want to be present, not perfect.
In this season I want friends to walk along with, not groups to manage or direct. The desire to lead is a tough one for me to let go of, but in this season and in our current environment, it’s exactly what my heart needs. At over a quarter-century old, it’s about time I started to recognize the needs of my heart and acted on them.
Thank you for walking beside me and celebrating twenty-six with me, sweet friends! I am moved by every message, every shared meal, and every word of encouragement.