As this year comes to an end, I look back to see what I’ve accomplished.
This year feels like a total failure. This year is definately going down as one of the worst.
In the last 10 months; I have stood on divorce, saving my marriage, starting on my studies, being retrenched, sitting without work for two months, losing all faith in my writing, contemplated dropping my studies & finally feeling like I need more in my life.
With a little less than three months left on the calendar, I’m scared to see if anything else occurs to push down further on my hopes & dreams. On the other side, I’m excited to think that this year is almost over. I know that a New Year doesn’t mean things will be better from 01/01/15. But I see it as a clean slate, a new year means a fresh start. It feels like a breath of fresh air just thinking about it.
I really do hope that next year will be a lot better. That it will be more joy filled, overflowing with love & facing far from sadness & disappointment.
I hope for the best because I’m tired of expecting the worst.