And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain… er, well, I mean, this is the end of my life story so far. I’m not planning on popping my clogs for a while if I can help it, thanks.
At the time of writing, I’ve been 30 for nearly 23 hours. And so far… well, it’s not much different from being 29. Except that everyone at work makes more of a fuss about me, but I suspect that won’t last.
Interestingly, looking back over everything has made me realise some things about life now, and about who I’ve grown into. For all my insecurities and eccentricities, I reckon I’m actually just a normal guy. Sometimes I feel a bit unsure of myself, or a bit awkward in a situation – but doesn’t everyone? There’s no need and no point in beating myself up over these things; I am who I am and there’s nothing wrong with me (yes, I know, those of you who know me well may take issue with that last bit, but you know what I mean). God has created me, and He’s shaped me into who I am now, and I tend to find He gets these things right.
OK, so I’m still not entirely sure what I want to do with my life, there are still some ideas buzzing around that I need to try and sort out. But that’s alright. I trust God has an answer, and when I need to know what it is, no doubt I’ll find out. One thing, though, that has come about directly from the last few weeks’ blogging, is some encouragement to do more creative stuff, particularly writing; we’ll see what happens there…
And then there’s Mrs Steve… I’m sure she’s out there. I don’t know if I’ve met her yet and just haven’t realised, or if our paths have yet to cross. But again, I really trust that God knows what He’s doing (I’ve yet to see much evidence to the contrary) and He has someone amazing for me (not that I necessarily deserve someone amazing, but God seems to give me a lot more than I deserve). I’m looking forward to the day when it all falls into place.
A few months back, I was stressing a bit about turning thirty. My friend Katie (who hasn’t yet reached this milestone) said it was nothing to worry about; it’s just like putting on a new coat. And she’s right. It might be a little odd at first, but soon I’ll be so comfortable in it that I won’t feel strange at all. And once I’m more confident in it, I’ll probably even start thinking, ‘you know what? I look really good in this…’ 😉
Before I resume “normal” blogging service, I just want to say thanks for reading, particularly to my “real life” friends who’ve read it and been very encouraging and complimentary (I guess I owe you all a pint now…). And for those of you in Wibworld, thanks for encouraging me too. Sometimes the idea of an online community seems so strange, I wonder how it could ever work; then I come back here and see it in action and think, ‘oh yes, of course, like that’. It’s a privilege to be part of this.
Right that’s enough gushing thank yous, this isn’t the Oscars. That’s the first thirty years taken care of; what’s next?