As I sat on the couch with my husband last night, with just a few days left of being 24, I looked at him with the dramatic pout I like to give every now and then (because I'm a girl and like to be dramatic), "I'm depressed!" "Why?" he asked. "I don't want to turn 25. Might as well say good bye now, life is pretty much over!" *throws head back, slaps back of hand across forehead, and faints*
I'd be lying if I said I've been excited for Monday to come. I've actually been down about turning 25 (all you people over 25 are rolling your eyes saying, "Oh, please!".) But it's true. There's so much I want to do and a lot of what I want to pursue, I've been told that because of my age, it will be much harder to succeed in this type of business. A lot of serious modeling agencies won't even consider working with you if you're over the age of 18. I've had photographers recently tell me that my age is a real disadvantage for me. I've heard that same thing about the entertainment business as a whole, not just with modeling. And since all of that is what I've been pursuing, this past week thinking about the reality of turning 25 next week, it's basically just been one big pity party around here. Sounds silly, right? I agree.
But today the Lord has been showing me that there's no time limit on His plan. If He has some cool opportunities for me in the acting/modeling/music business then it doesn't matter how old I am, He's going to open those doors. I don't have to worry about all the pieces not fitting together, I just have to have faith and be obedient to where He leads. After Him showing me this I'm actually excited to see what the Lord has in store for me this next year!
So Monday will come (no matter how much I've tried to freeze time this week), and I'm probably going to put on a pink tutu and dance around the house to Disney princess songs (because that's my idea of fun) and I'll be ready to face a new year with a new outlook. Cheers to 25! (Are you allowed to "cheers" yourself? Because I just did.)
