Thirty. Yep. I turned 30 yesterday. When you have a birthday, in general, it sets you reflecting upon your life. At least it always does me, and thirty is one of those birthdays where everyone reminds you it's a landmark. Some people have an existential crisis when they turn 30. I am not some people.
Turning thirty didn't fill me with dread or send me on a soul searching 'what have I done with my life' journey. I slid into 30 quietly. Surrounded by my family and friends who care for me. So the only epiphany I had this year was that I am healthy(er), doing what I was made to do, happy and (most of all) joyful.
Happiness happens, but JOY comes from deep within your soul, a place only God can reach, regardless of circumstance. At 30 I am blessed to know both and blessed to know the difference.
