And Then She Bloomed

 

Here we are with another birthday post. Time truly did fly, though that shouldn’t come as a surprise. If I look back and think about last year’s post, I ended it with a quote that went something like, “Some years are for growing, but this one — this one is for blooming.” And what can I say about that now? A lot.

I did bloom indeed — not fully, but I’m still in my early stages of it. This year has been one of the best so far. I knew I needed closure from my 20s, and I was ready to start fresh. Now, as I sit and reflect, I realize I’m no longer scared of aging or growing older. Instead, it excites me — I welcome it with grace and joy.

I think I needed this shift. I had never looked forward to my birthday before, but my 30s felt so special in so many ways. Hopefully, 31 will be no exception — and neither will the years ahead.

As every new year begins, my 30s started off beautifully. But as time went by, I found myself on a roller coaster of emotions — what’s new? Still, through it all, I’m thankful for everything: for food, a roof over my head, my family, and every day I wake up and breathe air that isn’t even mine to claim.

And yet, deep down, there were things I’d been longing for — things I’d been praying for quietly. And when I least expected it, God heard me. He blessed me in ways that left me speechless — blessings that felt like a gentle slap on the face, reminding me He’s always listening. Those blessings have made me the happiest I’ve ever been.

I’ll keep the details personal, but I’ll just say this: it’s because of those blessings that I’ve bloomed again — not fully, but enough to notice small, beautiful changes. Despite every hardship, I’ve learned to cherish my days of joy even more deeply. 

I’ve also come to realize that whatever happens next — whatever unfolds in this new chapter of my 30s — will happen in its perfect timing. That was something I used to struggle with, but now I’ve learned to accept it, to trust that everything arrives when it’s supposed to. There’s a quiet comfort in knowing that God’s timing is never late, never rushed — just right.

As I step into this new year of life, I want to carry this peace with me — the kind that reminds me that I’m right where I’m meant to be. I’ll keep blooming, slowly but surely, and continue trusting His timing above all else.

I thank God for the quiet ways He’s been working in my life, even in moments I didn’t notice. I pray to keep growing, to keep blooming in grace, and to always trust His perfect timing.

Here’s to thirty onederful — to blooming at my own pace, to gratitude, and to everything He has yet to unfold. ✨