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On the Journey

With 2019 right in front of me, I find myself reflecting on 2018.

So many things changed this year, changes that needed to happen in order for me to continue on this journey called life. I moved home, and truthfully, looking back on it, I wonder how in the world I managed to be two hours away from home for four years. As soon as I moved home, I instantly felt so much better. Sure, I was incredibly overwhelmed with the change, but I no longer felt the overwhelming sadness I had become accustomed to. Few knew the sadness I felt, and I struggled to understand much of it.

In 2018, I become braver. And slowly, and even now into the new year, I'm trying to let go of insecurities that often cripple me. I laughed a lot in 2018, I was happier, even on the hardest, toughest days. I worked hard to connect to those around me, instead of connecting on Facebook (deleting it was the best thing I could have done). I tried harder to stick up for myself to people who hurt me with their words. I grew in ways I didn't know I could.

I do not know how I managed the first four years, for all intents and purposes, by myself, but I am grateful for them. I am grateful for the loneliness, I am grateful for the tears, the meltdowns, the struggles. They led me to further appreciate what 2018 brought me.

Here's to a 2019 filled with more laughter, more love, more bravery, more connection, more faith, more appreciation. These things are meant to be treasured. These things are what truly matter on this journey we call life.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

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