I have zero amount of shame for celebrating my birthday and shouting it from the rooftop. God has given me a life totally worth publicizing and I owe it to Him to rock it out!
Think about it, how would you feel if one of your kids wasn't in to celebrating their birthday, as their parent wouldn't you feel kinda bad about that. You gave them life, changed all those diapers and they don't want to celebrate the life you gave them. How rude. I think God feels the same way. When I start announcing my birthday to the world and buying myself flowers and new shoes, I'm not only celebrating me, I'm celebrating the life He gave me.
I've finally learned that even the really sucky times in my life are designed to bring me goodness in the long run. So today I celebrate the good, the bad and the ugly of the last 44 years and walk boldly and confidently into my 45th year with some kick-ass new shoes!
So if you'll excuse me I must get back to my celebration that I fully intend on stretching completely through the weekend and then again at the end of the month on my road trip with my BFF through the hills of Kentucky on the Bourbon Tour. Cuz, that's how we roll.
