It depends what that something is.
Thirty years of marriage is a good thing. Thirty years of parenting, thirty years of friendship, thirty years of following God. To do something for decades that involves relationships is a good thing, is a needed thing, is what life is about.
Like for 44 + years I've been me, I've been my parents' daughter, I've just been. For years I fought that I think -- not the parents thing or my existence so much but being me. I had to learn to appreciate the me I am. I had to learn to accept myself and the way God made me and learn to love it all. Even my weaknesses.....
I'm still dealing with the loving my weaknesses part but I've at least come to an understanding about them. They are part of me as much as my fingers and toes and eyes are.
But 30 years of other things might be too long.
In the last few days I've had some upsets in my life. I broke my favorite coffee cup. For the last three days I've had to use just an ordinary coffee cup and my coffee was just not the same. OK, if you don't have a favorite coffee cup this will sound plain silly to you, but sometimes an object in our lives takes on meaning beyond it's practical aspect. Last night my husband came home from Wal-mart with a bunch of very needed groceries (praise God for pay day!) and a present. He bought me a new coffee cup. And it works! It has a large handle that my whole hand wraps around. And it holds a fair amount of coffee -- it is perfect.
And then there is my kooky brain (the part I've accepted but don't quite love yet). As I wrote yesterday I've been feeling kind of lost in the brain. I have no idea where God is leading my writing. What am I to do with it? I have dreams about what I'd like Him and me to use it for, but I'm going to let go of those dreams for now.
For 30 years I've been keeping a daily journal. Several years ago I threw away a bunch of journals from my teenage years and early twenties (now I wish I would have kept them -- might have helped me be a more understanding parent to my teenage daughter). I read them a bit and felt so foolish. I guess that is why I threw them away. I was one of those girls who was in love with someone all the time. I always had a crush on someone. Dreaming of my shining knight. Each journal probably had Jane _______ written in it with several different last names (if you're a guy and you don't understand this, this is what some girls do. They write their name with their crush's last name instead of their own. Goodness, I probably wrote my name with a hundred different last names).
And when I became a Christian I continued this practice (that was officially in March of 1988 but unofficially in the fall of 1987). My journals evolved. Now, they are filled with my conversations with God, my prayer requests, my frustrations, Bible verses and what glean from them. It is definitely a neat thing to go back and read what I prayed for and see that God answered those prayers.
I've had the same format in my journals since I was 14.
I am going to shake it up I think. Like a new coffee cup, I'm going to do something different. It is a bit frightening really. I think -- oh no, what will I lose? I won't lose anything. God and I are still here.
Instead of words being the main thing, I'm going to have my sketches be the main thing. I will put words in it too but they will be second to the pictures.
I wanted to share a bit more - -I love sitting cross-legged in my chair at the table. I still can but it begins to hurt pretty bad when I am in that position because of my RA and to unfold myself is like peeling back a bandage that is stuck tight to the skin. I stumble around until my limbs can get going again. As I'm writing this my left leg is crossed over my right knee. I like to sit like this too, but the same thing happens. If I sit like this long enough it will be a bit painful to get my legs in walking position...oh well. Such is life.
"And He has said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.' Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may dwell in me." 1 Corinthians 12:9