From Break-Up Parties to Purposeful Living

Psalm 90:12 

So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

When I was younger, the year-end break-up parties were the moment.

You know the vibe — loud music, friends calling, excitement buzzing through the air. No real worries, no real deadlines, just freedom. No rushing home, no real responsibilities tugging at my heart. I wasn’t a heavy party animal, and drinking was never my identity — but being out there, being present, laughing with friends felt like life. It felt like that’s what the end of the year was meant to look like.

Back then, I couldn’t wait for that final workplace countdown…

"Ten, nine, eight…", and then we’re gone — hair down, heels on, music up.

But seasons change.

And so do we.

Now, at this more mature and grounded stage of life, my joy looks different.

It’s softer, deeper, more rooted.

I have a husband waiting at home.

I have grandbabies whose little voices call for me more sweetly than any party anthem.

I have dreams waiting on my commitment — books that need birthing, a business growing under God’s grace, ideas and purpose that need tending like a garden.

This season isn’t about partying.

It’s about building.

It’s about peace more than noise, legacy more than weekends, fulfillment more than late nights out.

I no longer crave the rush of “outside.”

I crave the joy of progress.

The sweetness of family.

The quiet work of purpose.

And today — as I switch off my PC for the last time this year and step into annual leave — I don’t feel like dressing up for the old kind of celebration.

I feel like celebrating growth.

Not the kind that shouts,

but the kind that speaks in gratitude, rest, and reflection.

Life has shifted — God has shifted me.

And I receive it fully.

This year, my breaking-up party looks like journaling, praying, planning, creating.

It looks like making room for the woman I’m becoming —

the builder, the writer, the businesswoman, the grandmother, the wife, the vessel of grace.

Growth is beautiful.

Maturity is beautiful.

And peace — peace is the greatest celebration of all.