To The Girl I Thought I'd Be

Every girl has a dream. Whether it's the dream of being a gymnast, the first female president, walking runways or playing with puppies all day, we all have a dream.

My dream looked a little something like this:

With dogs and a big farm, and maybe even a horse. Except not so creepy.

As I near the 30 mark in my life, I have started doing something I promised myself I would never do, re-evaluating decisions, life events, living with a little regret. I decided that the best way to handle this, other than blogging about it, of course, is to write a letter to the girl I thought I'd be at this time in my life.

To the Girl I Thought I'd Be at 30

I expected you to be a lawyer or a doctor by now. Something with a little a few initials after the name. Not that what you do now isn't great, but let's be real, you aren't raking in a doctor's salary by any means. 

I expected you to have babies and a husband by now. You've made some bad decisions in the male department over the years. But we won't go there. Being single doesn't make you any less of a person, actually, it probably makes you stronger than you ever imagined you could be. Singleness is not a sickness. You are you. Single, independent, you. God hasn't finished your love story just yet, but when he does, it'll be one for the big screen. No doubt.

I expected you to have your dream house by now. But yet, you moved out of your dream house that you built from the ground up, with every bell and whistle that you could ever imagine. I expected you to be planting flowers and herbs in the backyard, and sipping tea in a rose garden. But yet, life doesn't always work out how we plan it.  So you did something that people couldn't believe, and you packed up your belongings into a POD and started saving money, like nobody's business. Good decisions don't make you less of a person, in fact, they make your bank account fluffier.

I expected you to be be driving a Tahoe, or something large, to haul around those babies. But instead, you are driving your equivalent of a dream car, which you bought yourself, and had everything you can imagine. So while you aren't driving around babies and car seats and slinging bottles and cheerios around in the backseat, you are hauling your friends around, and they make you happy and bring laughter to your each and every day. They make you happy.

I expected you to travel the world on a yearly basis, to have a vacation home somewhere tropical and to live a life of frolicking in the wild flowers. While you don't travel the world annually, you have traveled, studied abroad, took the bull by the horns, go somewhere tropical a couple times a year (without the second mortgage and bills) and you have been known to frolic, whether its in the streets or in some flowers.

I expected you to give your time and money to charity - maybe even heading up some big charity. But alas, you give your time to serving others a couple times a week. And while it exhausts you, and you have no time for much else, you aren't out there leading up a charity. You are just a worker bee, and you are perfectly fine with that.

I expected a lot more out of you. But what I didn't know is that life writes its own story and has its own expectations. I didn't know that I'd be this happy at this point in my life. We've definitely had some ups and downs. But where I am right now, is exactly where I want to be.

Would I like to have a little more money in the bank? Or a hubby to travel the world with? I definitely wouldn't turn those things down. But I'm happy in this season of life that I have found myself in.

And remember, the plan God has for our lives is so much greater than anything we could plan for ourselves...

I'm looking forward to the next thirty years.

Linking up with Shanna at Because Shanna Said So.