Mondays can be, well, Mondays.  Today is my birthday, though, so I am positive this day is going to be great no matter what happens. And I pray nothing bad happens. I am 53 today.  The last three years I have been figuring out who I am and what I really whant to do.  I’ve relearned how to have joy and have learned to really appreciate what is in front of me; and this year’s birthday goal is to bloom where I am planted. By God’s own hand, I prayerfully ask for him to show me how. God is my rock, the one to whom I cry out to. Sometimes…