In January 2016, my whole life shifted. I had just graduated college, accepted a job in “the Big City”, and was coming out of a season of sin. After my parents helped me settle into my new apartment and I hugged them goodbye, I sat alone in my new place. The unfamiliar sound of heavy traffic and uncomfortably close neighbors failed to drown out the wrestling within my mind.
New year, new you, new goals. The first week or two of the New Year is always filled with hopefulness. The Christmas cheer is still lingering and the New Year brings a sense of fresh start with it. We roll up our sleeves, think of how we want this year to be different, and write goals, intentions, and a word to live by. And within a few weeks, we realize that change is actually really REALLY hard.
