Mrs. Dykowski... is 29 for the first time

“I’m 29,” I told Bob Cervetto last week after we talked about the football game. 

“Which time,” he asked. 

“First!” I laughed. 

Judging by the grey hairs and crow’s feet, I’m sure at least fifth is a more believable answer, but I’m truly only 29.

This is the last year of my 20-something era. 

Scott asked me if I had any goals I wanted to accomplish in my 20s. I told him, honestly, no. 

But the more complicated truth is that I did as a teen picture my life at 30. 

Urban, ambitious, newly married, well-traveled, fashionable, successful and  well known, I would probably wear a lot of black, live in a very modern house or townhome. 

It was a romanticized view of life as a journalist that today sounds completely unfulfilling to me. 

There’s no room for kids in that life. No real community.

There’s no time for family.

I’m so glad I didn’t tunnel focus on that idea and let the opportunities that have led me here pass me by.

What I have is so much richer than I imagined.

So I can look at my 30s feeling confident that my visions of the future are nothing compared to what God has in store for me.

Bring on the grey hairs, the unglamorous days, the cozy home filled with little girls and their messes and childhood treasures.

In some ways, though I can’t imagine what’s in store, I think the next 10 years may be the best ones yet.

Just recently I’ve been repeatedly reminded how much room there is still for me to grow up, learn and be better.

God is definitely still working on me. 

So next September when the first anniversary of my 29th birthday rolls around, I will commemorate it as a beginning of a wonderful new phase of my life, not the end of my 20s.

I will proudly say, “I’m 30,” and hope no one asks which time.

Sarah Dykowski is the wife of Publisher Scott Dykowski. She can be reached at

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