30

Most people are sad when they hit the milestone of their 30th birthday. NOT ME! For some reason, I have taken thirty to be a reason to embrace who I really am. BE ME!

If I want to wear sequins to dinner on a Saturday night for no reason other than because I want to wear sequins...by darn...I'm wearing sequins.

Most people have circumstances to bringing them to understand themselves, appreciate themselves, love themselves (in a good way, not conceited way), and enjoy being the human being that God made them. There is no circumstance, just a number. 30. I guess after the first 30 years, I realized, I am who God made me. I am who I am:

I can be a tom boy, I can be a girly girl.

I can be a potty mouth, I can hymn singer.

I can be airheaded, I can be pull together.

I can be country, I can be city.

I can be quiet, I can be loud.

I can be reserved, I can be outgoing.

I can drink wine, I can do shots.

I can be a minimalist, I can be gaudy.

I can be caring, I can be catty.

I am a lot of things and well if you don't like it, I am so sorry, I can't help you on that, seems to me you have a problem with not being accepting of yourself.

I am proud of the woman I have become over the past 30 years. Those years have been filled with heart break, heartache, proud moments, sad moments, life shattering moments, and happy moments. Each one of those moments brought me to where I currently am. I can't change the past as much as I would like. I have to accept the dice that God threw for me. It's like being at the craps table....some times you crap out, and then there you go rolling your number and making bank on the odds.

30....Bring it Beeeyotch!!