In my 20's, my baby weight came off quickly after I finished breast-feeding.
In my 30's, not so much.
In my 20's, I still felt cute in my jeans.
In my 30's, I am just trying to avoid mom-jeans.
In my 20's, it did not hurt to get out of bed in the morning.
In my 30's, what in the heck is up with that? I just slept. Shouldn't I feel vibrant and ready to face the day. Instead I feel like I slept in a suitcase.
In my 20's, I still held out hope that one day I would play volleyball again.
In my 30's and after 4 children, I will spare you the details of my jumping/bladder issues.
In my 20's, I never questioned wearing a pony-tail, shorts or giant hoop earrings.
In my 30's, I am wishing to hurry and get to the mu mu stage so I don't have to wonder what is appropriate anymore.
In my 20's, I would stay up way too late and sleep in as long as I could.
In my 30's, well, not much has changed there.
In my 20's, I dealt with self-confidence issues and insecurities because I didn't really "know myself."
In my 30's, I figured out that "knowing yourself" is overrated and that if I were to quit changing and growing, I would be soooo boring!
In my 20's I had great big dreams for my life.
In my 30's, I realize that I am not living life for myself and pray that whatever I do will be to His glory. After all, my Abba knows the desires of my heart.
In my 20's, I just knew I could take on the world all by myself.
In my 30's, I know how much I need the support of my friends and loved ones. (Oh, and the only reason I would take on the world now would be to protect my babies. I'm vicious!)
In my 20's, I never imagined being in my 30's would be so great!
In my 30's, I cannot imagine being 40!!!!!
Just a little shout-out to my sisters in the 30-something club!