This year I will turn 35; in just a few weeks, actually. I feel like 34 was an interesting 'turning point' for me. I spent most of my twenties being an idiot - you couldn't pay me to go back to being 25, honestly. The first half of my thirties included getting married and having my beautiful babies, and now it feels like I can almost breathe again. Just for a minute. During the kids' naptime. During those few peaceful minutes, I've started reflecting on things that really matter.
My heart has really been softened in the last year and I realize that I want to care about the things that God cares about. Because of different circumstances, I realize that this boils down to relationship. With my husband. My kids. My parents. My sister and brother-in-law. Reza's family. My amazing friends.
Not the pursuit of the almighty dollar.
Not a Fancy Shmancy job title.
Not the size or our house or the coolness of our car. (Which is really good because our house is small and I believe the other name for a minivan is "loser cruiser.")
I want the structure of my life to reflect my values, so I am rearranging things to that end. I don't even know what that looks like really, but I'm working on it. Stay tuned, people.
Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.