It's funny looking back at my twenties and remembering how much I thought I knew.

At the time, I felt so grown up. I had a degree, a job, opinions about everything, and a pretty solid confidence that I understood how the world worked. Looking back now, I laugh a little. Not because I was foolish, but because I had no idea how much I didn't know.

Now I'm in my thirties, and it feels like every week I discover ten new things I need help figuring out.

This week alone, I FaceTimed my grandma for gardening advice and consulted AI multiple times about my flowers. Nothing humbles a person quite like trying to grow plants. One minute you're envisioning beautiful zinnias and blueberry bushes. The next you're standing in your yard asking, "What in the world is eating all the leaves?" (The current leading suspect is slugs.) Suddenly you're out there sprinkling coffee grounds around your plants because someone on the internet said it might help.

And don't even get me started on my hydrangeas. They were thriving, and then seemingly overnight they started turning green and brown. If anyone has answers, I'm all ears.

The funny thing is that this doesn't stop with gardening. I've been cooking for years, and I still regularly call my mom with questions. I ask other parents for advice. I ask neighbors. I ask friends. I ask Google. I ask AI.

The older I get, the less I feel like I have everything figured out.

But maybe that's actually a good thing.

Maybe maturity isn't arriving at a place where you have all the answers. Maybe it's becoming comfortable admitting when you don't. Maybe it's recognizing that wisdom isn't knowing everything, it's knowing who to ask.

So these days I'm trying to embrace being a lifelong learner. Whether it's parenting, gardening, cooking, marriage, or anything else life throws my way, I'm realizing there's always more to learn. And honestly? I think that's part of what keeps life interesting and I love getting to model being a lifelong learner to my boys!