Mornings have been consistent at waking me up on the wrong side of the bed. To breathe into the reality of writing the very same story on my daily journal has made the point beside the mark. That even if I tear page after page after page, my stories are nonetheless still the same. 

So many times have I felt like this before and somehow, it’s kind of disappointing to still feel this way over again. Those times when I say, “Here it goes again” has taken enthusiasm, drive and worst, life out of what I know I love doing. I’m totally clueless on His plans that I’m starting to doubt what lies ahead of me. It is starting to hit me that I am counting hours and days to exist. What hurts is that I am starting to only exist.

I really miss beauty that comes out of the strokes from my face, the magic that I feel when I do marketing, the contentment I usually find within myself at the end of the day and most importantly, the faith that used to be so strong. Those are the things that I completely lack right now and unfortunately, the ones that really matter. 

Wherever I am presently is happiness in the making. This is magic that is about to start. This is contentment that is starting to be built. This is the faith that is about to sail against strong storms. And this is my life starting all over again.

Maybe one day, I’ll be the very person I work hard to be.
Maybe one day, I’ll be so much more than thankful.
Maybe one day, these will all make perfect sense.