I avoid them, or I forget about them.
If I’m honest, a part of me wants to be a hermit, so the goodbyes won’t hurt as much in 30 days. I’m fighting it and want to leave well, but it’s real. Goodbyes stink.
I stopped taking naps when I was 3 because I didn’t want to sleep through anything exciting. I’ve had a fear-or-missing-out since then and the reality is, I am going to miss out on A LOT next year.
Holidays. Birthdays. Weddings. Memories.
My eyes fill with giant tears at the thought of leaving my family, friends, and church.
Just the thought makes my heart ache.
Through all my tear and fears though, God reminds me that nothing compares to where He is taking me. His ways are perfect, and He loves me. He is a good, good Father, and He wouldn’t lead me away from everything I’ve known and loved to hurt me. Wherever He leads me will be is the best place for me to be.
See y’all in a year!
