This is like the weirdest birthday I have had. Unlike me, I have not even been obsessing over it — like tweeting incessantly. Nope. I feel weird actually. Like, I’m glad it’s my birthday, but apart from being grateful to God, I wonder how else I’m supposed to be feeling?
I don’t know about you, but I always reflect on my life on my birthday. I think about the things I have done, the things I want to do, the things I thought I would have done by now … and that’s pretty much what’s going on in my head right now.
I don’t know the words to use to describe to you the enormity of my dreams. My dreams are so huge that they’re scary, and as much as I want to live my dreams, I sometimes become afraid of living them. They’re so big.
I’m curious what God has for me this year though. Happy birthday to me.