Recall to Come What May

Life is hard.
I hope that you know that by now.

Boys are also dumb.
I hope you know that as well.

I am human and sometimes I forget my "Come What May and Love It" attitude. Sometimes, I forget that life does get better. Sometimes I think that I am going to be single forever. (Still not completely convinced this one is not true).

I have faith- I don't question God. But sometimes, the veil gets a little too thick and I don't keep my eternal perspective.

I fall hard and fast and if there isn't someone there to catch me, I get hurt. This past few weeks, I got hurt. It is okay though. I am moving on, letting go, holding on til tomorrow. Life will get better. I know that it will.

So in writing this, I want to come back to that Come What May and Love It. I want to take life a day at a time and enjoy every moment. So you, reader, as my witness, should know that I am going to be better.

Even on my worst days, I am a daughter of God. What else matters? So...Come What May and Love It! :)

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