2018 was a hard year. It was a year of uncertainty, fear, frustration, and gratitude. Some of my previous aspirations seem petty in comparison to my current hopes.
I had a milestone birthday this year. I did not feel like celebrating. I planned things years ago for this birthday that weren't possible any longer. I silently laid things to sleep and didn't acknowledge their demise.
I feel as if we burst apart at the seams and are ever so carefully stitching the pieces back together. I fear that another blow is just around the corner to undo the work we have done.
I have family, friends, a home, and health. These are beautiful pieces to build a future full of hope and love. Want is banished from our existence thanks to creativity, generosity, and grit. We are thriving despite our circumstances.
I am hesitant to make resolutions for 2019. I can't bear to create promises that I can't keep. I plan to stay the course and find gratefulness in all that I have.
I am painfully aware that prayers, manifesting, and visions don't always bring the desired results.
Please be gentle.