I'm at that point. 29 is staring me in the face and the second decade of my life is waving good-bye. Bleck. I want my 20-year old body back with the financial security that people my parents age enjoy. I'm shallow...aren't I? It's funny that as a teen, I thought that people my age didn't worry about extra chub on their hips or the clothes they wear. I was wrong. It just becomes more intense....Now, I not only worry about the extra chub on my hips, but I also think about my income and the life that my job will or will not afford me. Hmmm...I'm still just as shallow as I was when I was 16....if not more so.
Over the past few years, I've come to realize that I'm probably never going to stop worrying about my figure. I'll probably always feel slightly jealous that some of my friends don't have to work and STILL have a laundry room inside of their house. (Okay, maybe a little more than slightly). Yet, even though I struggle with the same old idols (with a few more added into the mix) I'm a little aware more aware of how awful my true nature really is. This is good, because it makes me realize how much I really need God's grace. So there's my non-witty, just feeling real post.
