Hmmm...they were wonderful, these last 10,950 days. Particularly this last decade when I married my hubby and birthed two amazing sons. I became a Christian and I discovered my passion for writing. But as I think back on them, I have to admit my first thirty years were primarily about me. Where do I want to go to school? What career do I want? What husband do I want? How many children do I want?
I want my next thirty years to tell a different story. I want to push open the walls of my small world, find out what it takes to write a meaningful story. I want to think about others more than I think about myself.
I want to live my life for Jesus.
I want God to come first in my life, not be someone I allow to tag along for convenience. I want my spirit to look different than it did a year ago, five years ago, ten years ago. When my last day on this earth is up, what story do I want to share with my Maker?
I'm still working on those answers. I've made one change already, which I will be blogging more about on Monday. Until then, may you make your story a satisfying one. Have a wonderful weekend!