Thursday, January 26, 2012

On Turning 30

Last Friday, a new bloggy friend featured a guest post by yours truly over at Dance For Five and then introduced me again in a little featurette this past week. I have been very grateful for Vivian for her friendship in the last couple weeks so if you have a chance head on over to check out her little space. 
I thought I would repost "On Turning 30" over here however, just in case any of you missed it. 

[Set Scene: I have just finished putting the kids to bed and folding the laundry. The chances of my littlest one actually sleeping are slim to none, but I am going to act like she is. A glass of bordeaux has been poured and I am nibbling some dark chocolate. The hubby is in London, watching a Grammy nominated artist conducting a recording session with his professional choir as I sit alone in my living room in Cambridge, England.]

When I was younger, I suppose in my pre-teen and teen years, I always thought 30 would be the perfect age. I imagined myself, settled and married to a very handsome, very tall, very rich doctor, or lawyer or architect. I thought about how, by then, I would have matured into a very secure, confident and wise woman ready and willing to impart my knowledge and counsel on impressionable young minds. I pictured my adorable children, David and Charlotte, running around, yet playing very politely and contently with each other, as I cooked a fabulous meal that they all would love. I would map out plans for our rather large but comfortable home complete with a spacious porch overlooking the ocean.

Fast-forward and here we are: one month from my 30th birthday. And while I have two adorable children and a wonderful husband, that is about where the similarities end. We are anything but settled and the thought of imparting wisdom makes me run in fear of what I might say. But the funny thing is that I take a look around me, the opportunities that I have had, married to...a musician [gasp!], the blessings I have experience through my children, one of which has designer genes, and our funny little transient life and it seems like anything but a tragedy that I am not living the life I always dreamed of. Never would I have dreamed of living abroad. Never would I have dreamed of meeting the people I have through being a parent of a special needs child and never would I have dreamed of having the freedom to explore, experience and capture every moment of this One Beautiful Life that I am living.

Picnicking on New Years Day

Because sometimes, even the life we dream of is not nearly as wonderful as the life God has planned for us. It's just that our finite minds cannot even fathom the amazing plans that He has in store if we only keep our eyes on Him. I wish you all a wonderful weekend.


Sarah said...

I just adore this post and YOU! I'm thinking God just smiles down on you and thinks "Krista, you are stronger than you give yourself credit."
I am so thankful for your friendship!!

Angie said...

What an incredibly beautiful post, Krista. I really enjoy your writing. And you know, I don't think we ever really get to a place in our lives where we ever really feel comfortable in saying to ourselves "Oh, I've finally made it to that place I've always dreamed of getting to or being at. Phew!". But, like you, I always dreamed of this being so. But you know, I think we do live and learn and we certainly do share our learning experiences (aka wisdom) with others, no matter what age we find ourselves, and most important, we touch the lives of those who need us-when they need us most. Nothing by accident. I think you are beautiful and I am so glad we've met via cyberspace as I really enjoy reading your blog posts a lot, and also, learning from you. You are wise. Most definitely. And yes, you do have One Beautiful Life. I love that you both see and celebrate the fact. Kudos to you, Krista!

When is your birthday? Coming up soon it would seem :)

Big Hug to you and yours,


Marissa said...

This is beautiful Krista, thanks so much for sharing these thoughts.

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