What She Wore: black gauchos; black leather boots; white, long-sleeve henley with a deep v-neck; grey undershirt with a little sparkly star on it. I seriously need to do some laundry.
Sometime over the weekend I aged another year. I also had a pretty interesting church service on Sunday. People were being baptized. Being baptized is completely different in the church I currently attend than in the church I grew up in. Growing up, newborns are sprinkled with water from a birdbath-looking thing. At my current church, older people are baptized and their stories are told to the congregation.
One of the things that interested me was a little drama the did to prepare us for the baptism. In the drama, two parents kept talking about the changes that their little girl had undergone in the past year. That got me thinking real hard.
Did I have a banner year? Was there a year of great personal achievement for me? A year where I grew more than others?
I leaning distinctly towards no. I think that instead of having one good year, or one magic moment, I’ve had a lifetime of mini-moments. A decision here, an event there, a few different choices that put me on paths I didn’t know existed. Have I changed this year? I’m not aware of any major difference. This was the year that I took myself back to the church, this was the year of my first bible study, the year I survived my husband’s deployment, and the year I started this blog. Will any one of these things stand the test of time? Who knows. In reality, I may have missed some major thing that has shaped my life or my personality.
We are all on a journey. Where is takes us is anybody’s guess. For me, the point is not to let a year go by without pushing myself to be better. Like the Hub says, "not walkin’ on water yet." I strive to be the best version of myself even if I’m not exactly sure how to get there.
I guess getting old makes you introspective.