who knows what you will hold…
every year, it’s the same old thing. resolutions about my weight or love life. i end up doing a strict diet for weeks at a time, falling off the wagon, and having to start all over. i have plans when i go out with friends about running into someone new and am disappointed at the end of the night.
but those resolutions never come to fruition. i think i’m finally finding out why. i make too many plans. it makes me feel safe to have plans, but it also limits me to a predetermined path for myself. now where’s the fun in that? where’s the excitement?
so i am not making any resolutions this year for a change. yes, it will make me anxious. it will make me uncomfortable. but i’m 28 now. old enough to know that life is short. and it’s too short to worry.
i have faith that i will find that man to share my life with. i have no idea who he is, what he looks like, or what his name is. but i know he is out there. i doubt that sometimes…like at the strike of midnight on new years as i sat there alone while all my friends kissed their significant others. but i have to have the hope. the hope is everything. the obsessive worrying is not.