Oh, when I think back to that time, to the challenges I felt were insurmountable. To the celebration of small wins, I am proud of myself and how far i have come. Still, I can’t help but wonder if life is repetitive. We go through tough seasons in life, overcome and smile again only for a new tough season to come our way later in life.
I am going through my journal, reading my entries from earlier in the year. I can vividly see the girl I was. I can almost touch the emotions I was feeling when writing on the journal. The fear I felt behind the mustard seed-size faith, when I wrote my affirmations. The self-pity vibes I had to kill before writing out what I was grateful for.
