While I was getting ready to go celebrate my birthday on Monday afternoon, I got a phone call to turn on my tv to see what had happened in Boston. Even when I arrived at the piano bar, before it got too crowded, my early bird friends and I continued to watch the news to stay in the know of exactly what was going on. In the midst of tragedy, we still have to be grateful. I was (and still am) very thankful that God allowed me to live to see another year of life. Besides Monday’s unfortuante events, 31 has started off on a high note. Although I have finally made a decision (for real this time) to leave an old beau alone for good, I’m ok with that. There are some possibilities that are on the horizon, so we’ll see how those work out.
I also set a new goal for my 31st year of life. To make sure I stick with it, I’m strategically telling certain people so they can keep me honest and make sure that I’m doing what needs to be done to get it accomplished.
I know it’s only been 2 days, but I feel like I have a little more clarity at 31. I’ve really understood that I need to let some things (and people) go. I see things from a whole new perspective. I finally feel like I’m becoming a woman and that I’m no longer a girl.
I’m excited to see what God brings into my life in my 31st year. I still miss not being the baby, though. Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city!