On the Eve of 33
The last day of 32 is fleeting, but 33 feels monumental. It feels different and permanent.
Turning 30 was tough. It was the end of an era of adolescence. No longer could I get by in life by my young age and beginner’s luck. Now, when I turned 30 anything I did I had to do on my own without the excuse of being good just for being young.
Well 33, is just old. I don’t know the next big Birthday upcoming. Perhaps 40 will feel even older, or 50 will feel like death. 60 must feel like I’m cheating death, and if I make it past that — the Lord has something for me I never saw coming.
33 is my crucifixion birthday. Weird expression, I know. 33 is the age Jesus Christ was when he was crucified. 30 was how old he was when he started his earthly ministry. Pretty much all we know about Jesus took place in these three pivotal years.
When I turned 30 I was devastated I accomplished so little in my life, and felt like I had no direction on how I was going to jumpstart my career. In the first 9 months of my 30s I did everything I could to 10x my life trajectory and try to accomplish something with my short time on earth. Well, it started off with a bang and after 9 short months it all…
