Today I turned 35. It's the end of a decade and we are heading into a year that felt like a super long time away when I was a kid. Joking about the year 2020 seemed like we were discussing another lifetime. I realized I could not pass up this momentous event without scribbling down some babble about how I should write more regularly this year.
But, I feel the deep need for change. It feels like our lives are on cruise control and I have zero complaints about my life, but we were made to want more. A deeper faith. A stronger passion. A purpose that makes you feel motivated to work towards a goal.
If I'm being 100% real- and I would like to think that I am, in spite of my husband's cringing at my penchant for sharing too much - I am scared of being mediocre. Of only achieving something small. Of making so little impact on the world that I waste my potential. I'm decently good at what I attempt. But never ever the very best. And when you feel like there is MORE inside you - more potential, more passion, more of that "something special" - you want to be the version of yourself that you know is there. Sounds trite or maybe even a little corny, but there is something more in this next year of my life that is coming. I just know it.
Snapshots of the insanity that runs rampant in our lives... And how we love every freakin' minute of it.
