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But I Will Be.

A strong phrase to start a strong new year.
"But I will be." 

Life won't be what we want it to be. Things don't always turn out the way we hoped, dreamed, and even worked towards. There will be days, weeks, and sometimes months when you won't be okay. But you will be.

Bam. There's that phrase. 
Here, I'll continue..

There will be things you won't be good at. But you will be. 

Things you don't have, but one day you will be blessed with them. 

People you aren't around anymore, but one day they will be.

Heart aches that make you feel not okay, but one day, you will be. 

This phrase. It's my phrase for this year. I may not be okay right now, but I will be. I may not be healed, but I will be. I may still struggle but one day I will be stronger.

Think of the power this phrase can have in your life. It takes any darkness, and pessimism and it changes it to light and positivity.  It's 2015. You are the only one in control of your life. It's a new year, to start a whole new you. To let go of the bad past, and begin a better future. So what! 2014 didn't turn out the way you wanted it too, if you drag it into this year 2015 won't be much better.

Leave the baggage at the claim, and move to something better. Find something better, be something better, and accomplish something better. If you've written yourself off already, change that attitude. So what! We all get hurt, we all struggle, we all break. IT to change you, or YOU can change you. What do YOU want for YOURSELF this year.




Me?

I will be, always.
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