I made it.
If you’ve read my blog for a few months, you know that I was having some issues facing my own mortality over the summer. I was not thrilled with being 32 and pretty much wanted the year to hurry up and be over.
And now it is. 32 is gone and I’m on to 33. I feel a little bit better.
I still miss my father. I will every day. But I’m here for my family NOW and I’m going to live in the today.
I think this is going to be a good year. New baby. New opportunities.
I wrote out all my goals the other day but I’ve come up with one more.
I vow to accept that there is never enough time and to make the best with each day I’m given.
Life is too short.