The last days are quickly closing in on our departure and a part of me wants to make every moment count even more. Now I can barely remember what it felt like when we were counting down the days to our vacation to Colorado. All I know is I'm excited, anxious, nervous but most of all, hopeful.
I've felt like I've brought so much disappointment to my parents throughout my life and I want them to be proud of me. Difference between the pride they want and the pride I want is what we want. My parents want me to be financially secure and I want to have a career doing what makes me happy over doing what simply gets me paid. I've come to understand they have the best of intentions. But I've come to figure that if I can eventually be "financially stable" while doing something I love, we both win!!
Most mornings I wake up with numbers in my head, "7 days left at your job and 14 days left until we move!" But satan is never far when faith is building. So some times throughout the day I get nervous of failure or struggles. That's satans game. He see's your faith in God building from all the blessings that are coming to the light and he tries to plant the seeds of doubt. So I keep trying to remind myself that I'm fighting a battle that has already been won.. So how much am I really fighting?!
14 DAYS LEFT IN CALIFORNIA!!! WOOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!