Even knowing that my expectations are going to be shattered, I find it impossible to not have some thoughts about what the next year might bring.
I expect…
to smell really foul smells.
to eat really strange food.
to miss my alone time.
to be in a constant state of stankness.
to miss my family like whoa.
to have some awful poops.
to see God work in amazing ways.
to learn to put others first.
to meet interesting people.
to miss snuggling with my dog.
to see beautiful places.
to hold beautiful children.
to sweat more than the combined 26 years I have lived on this earth.
to learn to love others as God loves me.
And to come out on the other side a better version of myself.
