I decided to wait to write this blog post until my birthday, so when I look back on it years from today, I’ll be able to pinpoint my mindset on the day I turned 24.
Wow, today I turn 24.
Still weird. Still foreign to my tender ears.But it’s the fact of life; time waits for no one and in this interval vortex, you change, grow, and age.
This reality both terrifies and excites me; there are times when I convince myself that if the older me could go back and guide the young me, the younger me would have a lot fewer mistakes to account for. The truth of the matter is, I wouldn’t have gotten to the older, wiser, and more mature me if it wasn’t for those blunders committed by my younger self. Quick shout-out to the reckless 15 year old Aley, the hot mess 19 year old Aley, and even Aley from yesterday, who was 23 and still a hot mess; because she got me to this point.If I could tell any of the 23 Aley’s I’ve meet throughout the years, it would be: don’t concern yourself with the numbers. The social media age has distorted our minds to become number-centric: how many likes did we get on this post? How many retweets did this tweet get? How many followers does she have?Man, it’s crazy how caught up we can become that we completely disregard out own impact. If I’m being completely transparent, as I blogger, I’ve be consumed by my number: who’s reading, who’s commenting, who’s sharing my posts? But I’ve been feeling the Lord tug on my heart asking me, “what are you doing with what I’ve given you?” Because of this, I’ve been making a conscious effort to focus on the readers and supporters I’ve developed and who my stories are ministering to, humoring, and inspiring!It all goes back to the simple rule of quality over quantity, value over volume. I’m trying to reach souls out here and be the voice of reason that I wish I had even now through my growing pains.
Even looking at my age, as the days crept towards the 10th, I began to harbor on what I haven’t accomplished instead of everything that I already have. As if age it the only indicators of progress: graduate from college by 22, start your career by 23, be married by 26, have kids by 27, retired by 50? We’ve put too much pressure on ourselves.
So today, 24 year old Aley is telling you to take it easy(er) on yourself. Stop counting your successes and start considering your progress. As cliché as it may seem, age is just a number, it’s all about what you’ve done with the time you’ve been given.
Happy birthday to me.
Photos by Taylor Jerry (@t4y.10r)
**That little boy in the photos? That’s Benjamin, he saw my balloons and came over to Taylor and I as we were shooting. Talked it up like we were old friends; turned out we were both March babies. ❤