It’s the end of year where everyone rushing to buy gifts and consumerism is at an all time high.
It’s the time where big dinners are more than just meeting up after church on Sunday.
It’s the time where people start making new goals for 2023 and talk about how much better they might be…. Next year
But for me it’s a time to reflect this moment, to live in the present and not future torture
You see this time I didn’t write stuff down three times in row or rush and pull an intense all nighter to overwork myself.
I didn’t party till I dropped and wake up for an 8am to feel like death.
I didn’t lie this time or indulge in my fantasies.
I got real this time, I prayed this time, I cried, I went to bed at 10:00pm and did the work.
I went to work when. I didn’t want to and told the truth when I had to.
I didn’t perfect anything or make myself the idol.
I just asked God to make me his best worker and 2022 just came around the corner.
So when this time of the year came around again, I didn’t just say I could be better. I’m thankful for this present me and the future I’ve presented to me.
My vision is coming true & all I hope for is small blue days and rare gloom.