DIt’s a few days since we’ve met. I’m quite nervous and yet, at the same time, ecstatic to meet you. My past has not been too kind to me, but then I suppose it’s because I let it.
I know it’s not ideal to talk about the past, but indulge me for a second here.
2018 let me love much – much more than I ever did. It introduced me to people I learned to care deeply about, brought me to places I only wished to see, let me experience nights I never imagined, and allowed me to understand that the most precious moments don’t need to be posted and disappointments need not be all shared.
I loved beyond measure, earned on my own, purchased things I’m proud of, sang my lungs out, cried myself to sleep, woke up to another day, and slowly began to realize who and what must be valued and what I must let go of.
It allowed me to focus on myself after being hindered from doing so. It gave me room to heal from scars and discover this new version of myself. It let me set things aside, even ones that I shouldn’t have, to grow once again.
With that said, I am more than grateful for what 2018 has let me experience.
I can’t wait to learn more about you, 2019. You will bring me to new relationships, challenges, perspectives, and lessons that I will live through one step at a time.
I pray that you are kind, wise, and loving – that you would birth in me a passion to begin loving again, without forgetting who I am. I pray you open doors that I have to see and close the ones that lead me off-course. In the midst of this, I pray you allow me to grow in grace. Always, in all ways.
Here’s to you, 2019.
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