Tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve. Everyone will be sharing their New Year’s resolutions about changing bad habits, adopting healthier lifestyles, being prosperous and expecting miracles and blessings. Me, on the other hand, I’m not making any resolutions. When I think about it, I actually haven’t made any in years. However, I have had many expectations. Expectations of mind blowing blessings. Well, not in 2020.
I don’t mean to sound like a pessimist, because I’m far from one. I’m just being a realist. My brother’s death taught me that I should live each day at a time. Each moment at a time. Expectations only causes anxiety and disappointments. Yes. I’m still in pain. I’m not mad, just hurt.
I refuse to write 2019 off as a terrible year because so many wonderful things happened. Unfortunately, the heartaches seem to overshadow the good. No matter how often I smile, the tears seem to keep coming.
I know God has a plan for everything. As I said before, I’m going to take each day at a time. What comes, comes. And what goes, goes. No expectations. Allowing God to lead and I follow. Knowing that in the long run His plan will be revealed and it will be best for everyone.
Happy New Year!