Whatever, it’s my birthday and I’ll blog if I want to.
This year has taught me something. Actually, this year has taught me a lot. In the past twelve months I have learned (slash am still learning) (slash have a long way to go) that…
I want to do what I say I will do. Some call this integrity.
This year? I want that. I want to do what I say I will do.
So tonight, though an hour behind schedule, I am sitting with a glass of wine, in the hotel lobby.
And I am blogging.
Because I said I would.
I’ve decided that this year, in the next twelve months, I’m a woman of my word. And it starts now. It starts with the promise that I made to you that I would blog this week. It may not seem like a big deal to you. But it is to me.
So, at twenty-five-years-old, I’m a woman of my word. Or at least, I’m trying to be. Currently, I’m a woman of my exhaustion-slash-my-word.
So here we are. We made it. Well, I made it, but I'm so happy you are here to celebrate it with me. Today, I am 25 years old. I am 25 years mature/immature/experienced/totally-not-experienced. Yay.
I have been so overwhelmed with love today. It's like I had a giant hug from someone that probably needed to lose weight, but I don’t care because the love they gave was so comfortable and squishy and homely.
Yes, your birthday wish was both comfortable AND squishy AND homely. So thank you.
Truthfully right now? I need to get some sleep. But here’s three things you need to know before I do:
- I love my family more than anything. I’ve spoken to all of them today on FaceTime and reminded of how hilarious and inappropriate and wise they are.
- I bought a kick-a** (see, I’m getting better at not swearing/cussing/going to hell) shirt today. It has giraffes all over it.
- Southern hospitality is next level. Just sayin,
Verse of the day: Psalm 2:7-8
Let me tell you what God said next. He said, “You’re my child. Today is your birthday. What do you want? Name it: Nations as a present? Continents as a prize?”
I’m going to sleep now. A year wiser. A year happier. A year more thankful to my God than ever. A year more convinced that I have no idea what the next twelve months has in store. A year where I’m ok with that.
You see, I got 99 problems, but my future ain't one. (click to tweet)
Night y’all xoxo