They say that age is nothing but a number.
Today I want to believe that. And I want to live that.
Today, on my 30th birthday, I’m asking myself to stop being limited by a number.
Today I am 30. Today I have been breathing for 3 full decades. I’ve voted in 3 presidential elections. I’ve had my drivers license for 14 years. I’ve gotten 3 speeding tickets and when I was in college I gracefully nudged a pedestrian with a car. I’ve been to 43 states and 11 foreign countries. I’ve driven across the country 3 times and I met Leonard from Salvation Mountain. I’ve spread someone’s ashes and I’ve run a 10k. I’ve photographed hundreds of beautiful faces and old churches around the world. I’ve fought battles with teenage girls and i’ve celebrated their victories. I’ve taught numerous people how to drive a stick shift. I’ve played every position on the baseball field. I’ve taught more Bible studies than i can remember and eaten duck. Accidentally. I’ve seen more live music than I can count and I’ve invented dozens of pancake flavors. I’ve made my own clothing and my own peanut butter. I’ve painted artwork for nurseries and offices and tried to save a civil war era split rail fence.
I’ve cried a lot of tears but I’ve laughed a lot of laughs.
I want to slow down and fight harder.
I want to dream bigger and quit more permanently.
I want to listen more intently and open my eyes wider.
I want to live more fiercely and play more frequently.
I want to read more books and rely less on technology.
I want to love more intentionally and breathe deeper.
I want to take more risks and choose more wisely.
I want to study more maps and learn another language fluently.
I want to stop making excuses and wishing for a different fate.
I want to write more stories and talk less about myself.
I want to sing louder and walk taller.
I want to give even more of myself away.
I want to look at myself in the mirror and believe it when I say “your life has been fruitful.”
I want to be all used up. And I want to start again, now.
Could it be that I’m finally learnin’?
Learnin’ I’m deservin’ of love and the peaceful heart.
I’m tired of lyin’ to myself, tryin’ to buy what can’t be bought.
(ray lamontagne- old before your time)