Keep Moving Forward

 I would be a fool to think that I was the only one who thought this past year was hard. 

IT. WAS. HARD.

It was hard on everyone. This past year tested & tried everything we thought we knew about ourselves & about life. And I'll be honest with you. I'm not really happy with what I saw in myself.

I lost so much of myself. I let fear consume me. Not necessarily fear of the virus, but fear on the unknown. Fear of taking me out of my comfort zone. Fear of the way the world was becoming.

I became someone I wasn't happy with. I said things. I acted in ways. I lost my joy. I let anxiety control me. I lost myself. I let myself go.

I'm trying, really I am. My prayers no longer consist only of me telling God that I'm trying, even though sometimes they still do. They no longer only consist of me sighing as I tell God how tired I am, even though sometimes they still do. 

I still have more questions than answers, just like I did over a year ago, but I know that God has a plan. I also know that part of His plan is me writing again. So here I am, humbly before you, baring my soul. I don't know how often I will continue to post here because I feel Him leading me more towards my Instagram page. So if want to join me, I would love to have you on my crazy journey through life!