If I am being utterly and completely honest, this year was like fitting 5 years of growth into one year and it was fucking brutal.
I feel like this was one of those year's that prepares you for the best years of your life. You appreciate things more after struggle, and loss. You bend when you should've broke and you get back up.
Something great is coming, I can feel it. I don’t know what it is but it is going to be good.
I hope it’s a puppy. My husband hopes it's a baby and to be honest I wouldn't be mad either way, but I'm leaning puppy.
Every year I always have these high expectations of what is going to happen in the new year & each year God provides differently, always better than I could've imagine, always unexpectedly.
I always want to do all of the things like travel, have a social life, be a good mother, a great friend, and the perfect wife.
But besides being a happier, healthier, better me there is nothing else I can hope for in the new year, except that puppy.
What 2018 has taught
Be thankful, regardless of circumstances.
Roll with the punches.
Make you happy.
No one has it all figured out.
Dinner can be microwaved.
You do more than enough.
Time alone is necessary
You can't change anyone, don't but yourself.
Binge watch TV for no damn reason.
Stop basing your worth on how people treat you.
You can do what you set your mind to, if you just stick to it.