This Shit is Crazy!

Today I was blessed enough to turn 23.

Today, I encountered 3 MAJOR CHALLENGES!

I refuse to sit here and share with the world the details of my agony and self-pity. However, I must say that the precedent that was set by this mornings events did not ferry well with the day that I was born. In other words, I was AFRAID to leave the house today for fear of what the rest of this day may bring.

So, this is where all the motivational speeches I've heard over time come in. And the "words of wisdom" I've given those close to me in dire time of need.

Man, the crazy thing is. I kept giving myself positive affirmations!

Despite incident #1 I chose to keep a calm attitude toward the enemy who was trying to stop me from achieving what is deservedly mine!

Despite incident #2 I chose to put on my birthday dress and glam up my look just so when people say, "You all dressed up," I can say, "It's my birthday."

BY incident #3 I chose to call my superman and cry while talking, you know like, "What's...snifle, snifle...the number?" and yell at tow truck drivers and anyone else who chose to look at me with curiosity. "OMG! Have you never seen a girl in such a cute dress on the side of the Katy Freeway, next to a smoking beetle, crying and clueless?"

Those were my thoughts.

My actions were similar. Those who KNOW me, I'm sure you've painted an amusing picture.

I'm 23. Daddy is tired, daddy should be able to retire soon. Daddy is not a mechanic!

I'm 23. School is no longer a crutch. Excuses just suck and life is just life.

I'm 23. And I've been over self-pity a long time ago. It's just not attractive.

Happy Birthday, to ME!