Last week as we said good-bye to 2018, I was as elated as a stay-at-home mom sending her children back to school after a summer full of refereeing arguments.
2018 shook me to my core.
It rattled my being.
It rattled my being.
It taught me what the word grief meant.
It nearly broke me.
I'm not normally one to wish moments away, but I had to remind myself continually in 2018 that all bleeding stops eventually, though many times I wasn't sure if that was true or how it would happen, and I found myself longing for a less chaotic life.
2018 was a huge reminder of just how fleeting and inestimable life is, and it has been the hardest year of my life thus far. The feelings of despair and sadness I've felt over the last year tops any and all other years of my life combined.
I am praying that 2109 takes notes from 2018 on what not to do! Regardless, I am marching into 2019 warrior style, determined to live intentionally, and vowing to get my life back on track. Life is too short not to, 2018 taught me that....
I am praying that 2109 takes notes from 2018 on what not to do! Regardless, I am marching into 2019 warrior style, determined to live intentionally, and vowing to get my life back on track. Life is too short not to, 2018 taught me that....
Life ia indeed too short. I hope this year is your best yet!!
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