It's funny how it happens. One minute you're there, got everything figured out. Then. Just.Like.That. Everything changes. Everything you once knew becomes a distant memory. You fight, you cry, you struggle to find the words or force your body to make the motions that come with moving on. But somehow, you survive. You go to sleep and wake up again. Hopefully. Some never do. Luckily, I have. Yeah, everything changes. And some days really suck. Some days I spend most of my time wondering why I didn't make different choices and what I would do differently if I could go back. It's hard not knowing where you are going or what your next move should be. But I'm doing it. Despite what I thought was true, and permanent. I don't think anything is permanent anymore. And I can't figure out why so much fear comes with change. If you aren't changing, you aren't growing. So why am I so afraid to grow? Why am I so afraid of what's next? My responsibility is to give every single day all that I have even if it's giving me nothing in return. THat's easier said than done. My responsibility is to not become complacent. To embrace change. To look forward to what's next even though I don't know what that is.
So, here's to that. Here's to no longer living in fear. Here's to taking chances. Here's to accepting the change. Here's to praying my way through the tears and the struggles. Here's to giving every day my best, not just getting by.